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Течёт река Волга / The Volga River flows / Flui o rio Volga - Lyudmila Zykina
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Music compused for "cineramic" film (with panoramic projections)
"Volga flows", released in 1962. The images are from the film "Years of Peaceful Accomplishments" ("Годы мирных свершений") - 1977
From afar and longly, the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows without end or limit.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm seventeen.
My mother told me "everything can happen, my boy.
Maybe you get tired of the paths.
When you're coming home at the end of the journey,
Put your palms in the Volga".
From afar and longly, the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows without end or limit.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm already thirty years old.
That first look and first water splash of spring*,
Everything has happened, but the river carried away.
I'm not saddened by that past spring,
In its place, your love is with me.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
I look at you, Volga, for seven tens years.
Here is my dock, and here are my friends,
All that without which you cannot live on earth.
From the distant stream pools in the starry silence**,
Another boy sings along with me:
From afar and longly, the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows without end or limit.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm seventeen,
And I'm seventeen, and I'm seventeen,
And I'm seventeen...
Thank you, Alexander Bogdanov, for the last informations about this clip:
"Volga flows", released in 1962. The images are from the film "Years of Peaceful Accomplishments" ("Годы мирных свершений") - 1977
From afar and longly, the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows without end or limit.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm seventeen.
My mother told me "everything can happen, my boy.
Maybe you get tired of the paths.
When you're coming home at the end of the journey,
Put your palms in the Volga".
From afar and longly, the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows without end or limit.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm already thirty years old.
That first look and first water splash of spring*,
Everything has happened, but the river carried away.
I'm not saddened by that past spring,
In its place, your love is with me.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
I look at you, Volga, for seven tens years.
Here is my dock, and here are my friends,
All that without which you cannot live on earth.
From the distant stream pools in the starry silence**,
Another boy sings along with me:
From afar and longly, the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows without end or limit.
Among the ripe wheat fields, among the white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm seventeen,
And I'm seventeen, and I'm seventeen,
And I'm seventeen...
Thank you, Alexander Bogdanov, for the last informations about this clip: