Oh, you dear little night
Down along the Mother Volga
Do not scold me and do not reproach me
No sounds from the city are heard
All throughout the great wide world I wandered
In the meadow stood a little birch tree
Boundless expanse of the sea
Stenka Razin (From beyond the island)
Do not awaken my memories
Along the Peterskaya road
Kalinka (Little snowball bush)
Why do you gaze at the road?
Song of the Volga boatmen
Strains of guitar (On the river)
Should the Volga's banks be flooded
Clouds have risen over the city