Oh Volga, you Mighty bitch/ So fucking Deep and Wide/ I know you’re forced betrayal/ But I can’t help but feel no pride/ Ironically the life you give is sucking ours bone dry/ Now pull hard; One! Two! Three!
So Heave! Heave Ho, my friends/ We’ve got rifles to our backs and we’ll pull until the end/ And in our grave, Call us… The Volga Boatmen/
I’m not Romanticizing the labours of our lost/ You hungry rats you’ve done nothing but exhaust/ This ship is burning and you will fucking die in it/ Now sing loud; One! Two! Three!