KAZAN.
Kazan looks down from the Volga wall,
Bright in the darkest weather;
And the Christian chime and the Moslem call
Sound from her towers together.
Bright in the darkest weather;
And the Christian chime and the Moslem call
Sound from her towers together.
Shrine of the Golden Horde was she;
Boast of the proud Bokhara;
And her fame was wafted over the sea,
And sung in the far Sahara.
Boast of the proud Bokhara;
And her fame was wafted over the sea,
And sung in the far Sahara.
Woe to her Faith and her turbaned Lord:
The Cross and the Russ were stronger;
Her splendors now are the Czar's reward,
And her Khans are kings no longer!
The Cross and the Russ were stronger;
Her splendors now are the Czar's reward,
And her Khans are kings no longer!
Yet still she looks from the Volga wall,
Bright in the darkest weather;
And the Christian chime and the Moslem call
Sound from her towers together.
Bright in the darkest weather;
And the Christian chime and the Moslem call
Sound from her towers together.
