Текст песни Роман Сусалев - Паруса

The fourth month of the rebellious "Bindweed"
Sailed in the south seas
Our boatswain d'Ok was on watch
Forged in fierce battles.
But suddenly screamed, looking out to sea
Covering his eyes with his palm
"Sails in the distance! Sails!"
Sails away! Sail!
Left and right, it takes us in ticks
Frigate and black corvette
The Royal Navy has come for us
And there is no hope of salvation.
Kouslen climbed into the midst of enemies
And walked over them like a scythe
The sails are burning! Sail!
The sails are burning! Sail!
Who is not killed, was captured
The free are persecuted by slaves
Our glorious "Bindweed" has gone to the bottom
And the jailers' hands are rough
An evil tear tears my cheek
And the brand stings like a wasp
My sails! Sail!
My sails! Sail