Wolgalied [English translation]

There stands a sentry on the Volga banks

Holding vigil for own and dear fatherland

Far away and alone midst dark of night

With no moon or stars to light him up.

As the wind of Steppes ceaseless blows,

As tear wells up in his eyes he feels pain

Of the gnaws and bites that hurt his heart.

When one feels lonely one pines and asks :

Have you up above too forsaken me ?

How my heart yearns for tender love !

You are with angels many in heaven;

Why don't you send one such to me ?

You are with angels many in heaven;

Why don't you dispatch one to me ?