TRENCH TRUTH Oh, beyond the Volga, the wide steppe is overgrown with feather grass. Oh, the arable land, not covered with a plow, will not give birth to grain. , and no one else. Oh, ... Oh, beyond the Volga, the wide steppe is overgrown with feather grass. Oh, arable land, not covered with a plow, will not give birth to grain. Oh, there are girls who are not kissed, unloved, not born. And who have a century to walk like that. Do not love the century, do not give birth.