Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - В Кептаунском порту

At the port of Keptown
With a hole in the board.
Jeannette straightened rigging
But before you leave
To long journeys
A crew was put ashore.
Go slouch
Through the dark streets
And flares caress new breeze.

They go there
Where you can easily find yourself
Both women and wine.
Where the beer foams
Where to drink is not lazy
Where tight skirts burst at the seams.

But burst into the port
French motor ship
Shining its spotlights.
And left his side
We went to the port in a crowd
Fourteen French marks.
They have a gait
Like a boat in the sea
And on the way they have the tavern "KET"

They came there
Where you can easily find yourself
Both women and wine.

Entering that restaurant
Seeing Anglechan
The French became all angry.
And daggers dostav,
Forgetting the Maritime Charter
They fought like the children of Satan

But the argument in Captown
Solves browning
And the English began to shoot.

War has come there
Where you can easily
Find yourself
Both women and wine.
Where the beer foams
Where do people get married
 Where the skirts are narrow crack at the seams

When the dawn came
To the distant seas
The French ship set off,
But did not return to the port
And did not board
Fourteen French sailors.
Do not be him swimming
Do not see the harbor
Their new flares are flooded with blood.

They don’t go there,
Where you can easily
Find yourself and women and love
Find yourself and women and love ...