Кострома [Kostroma] [English translation]

The homes are small in the town of Kostroma,

There's a braid of aged streets and a light above the river.

The homes are small in the town of Kostroma,

There's a braid of aged streets.

There's a young lonely girl in town of Kostroma,

Who's become like a sister to me.

If I'm sad, if I'm alone on the night train,

I'll think of her and smile; I'll wonder what she's doing.

Kostroma, you take care of that girl,

Don't break the kind heart of a child.

Kostroma, you take care of that child's dreams,

And mother Volga, let your waves sing her a lullaby.

• Artist:Lyube