Текст песни Свешников - 13. Как на матушке, на Неве-реке

As to my mother on the Neva River
On Vasilevsky glorious island
Young sailor ships gear
About twelve thin sails;
Thin white linen,
Linen yesterday battlefield.
I saw beautiful maiden
Because new high towers,
From kosyaschata from the window,
From the crystal because the glass.

Already I picked up a bucket of water went,
For the water has gone, the cold;
Pocherpnuv water buckets to put,
And she say a word:
"Why are you, sailor, ships tackle
About twelve thin sails? "-
"Oh, darling, fair maiden,
I do not hunt ships snaschu
About twelve thin sail,
And the king's at the behest. "