Текст песни Молокане - Житейское море играет волною

Zhyteyskaya Seas to play with flowering rod;
In it, there are spanits, grief, all of the perid for us;
Not on a batch, not to recognize;
In the way you can do something, to wake up with us;
Swovenia I am cheerful and jester is far;
The circle of Tyskiyan is in the expanse, and tomorrow I am sick;
Swovenia I am cheerful, feasted;
And the will to find out the gap is nivasive;
Although the span was warmed, but you are noticing;
Nilzya dare to say: eat, drink, hanged;
Lyakhko can be found, akin to a summ;
Il Paidesh Skitatz with Garyachi Slyazo;
Or can be the head of the raw magic;
Vasmetye is lacking boiling power;
So the Zhytheskaya Sea, the rampart for the roller;
Valnuetza cutting the pad of our (s) ships.