Paddling (Саламандастрон)

From lake to the river and down to the sea,
Paddling, paddling, onward go we.

The sun on the water does shine merrily
As away go the logboats like birds wild and free.

So paddle, my brother, I'll sit next to you,
A fine handsome creature, a bold Guosssom shrew.

High sky and deep water are both colored blue.
Our boats like our friends are all solid and true.