Текст песни Агата Кристи -моряк - ураган 2008

Wherever he sailed sailor
For gold and silver,
It all raise the flag,
He has always poured wine.
When a sailor on shore,
All the girls ran to him -
They whitefish out of his pants,
Changing money on love.

Wine and hashish, Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you sad?
Take a cigarette, pop wine each
And sing a song about Dead Man's Chest!

Wherever sailed sailor
From death not sail it.
And waits for its green darkness,
While a sailor on shore.
But on this night he was not alone,
Before the coffin was drunk three sheets and love.
She kisses without end
His crazy eyes!

Wine and hashish, Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you silent?
Come on, tell her, because the night is short,
Like hell Marine unbolted the horns!