Текст песни Северный Русский Народный Хор - Ой, морюшко, море, ой, Белое, наше

Oh, žemė, sea, oh, White, our
You sing songs of praise
Prostorov we do not sow thy do not plow,
And yet you call us breadwinner
Prostorov we do not sow thy do not plow,
And yet you call us breadwinner

Oh, žemė, sea, thanks
For generosity, for the strength,
A myriad of your stocks
Izrezy your emerald bowels
In the name of fishermen fishing difficult
Izrezy your emerald bowels
In the name of fishermen fishing difficult

Oh, žemė sea, you pleschesh
On a cliff and think their thoughts sea
Soul worry, but we will not tire
Walk in the depths of your autumn
Soul worry, but we will not tire
Walk in the depths of your autumn