Where the dreamy volga flows
There’s a [bad word] rose
Gazing tenderly
Down upon her knee
Where a baby’s brown eyes glisten
Listen

Ev’ry night you’ll hear her croon
 [bad word] lullaby

Just a little plaintive tune
When baby starts to cry

Rock-a-bye my baby
Somewhere there may be

land that’s free for you and me
And [bad word] lullaby