Текст песни Garlic Kings - Абордаж

Keel cuts the water, slowly,
Jolly Roger flies.
Pirate Soul Sings
And rum warms us inside.

A zolotishka hold full,
Jingled tartly.
Stolen velvet suit,
Dagger and cocked.

Corvette us birthplace and home,
We are of such a test.
During his ship, we all die,
He stands kingdom.

Gentlemen at the bottom - the custom of ours,
In the yards of all sailors.
We will all boarded
And any questions.

Friend, drink rum and forget,
What's out there somewhere, in the firmament
She will not go to sleep again
The premonition of death.

And you feel that you're ready
Doughty
Keep it slow pace of dreams
From the wind, rock and evil.

Bready as rum, old,
We gun - lady,
And the life - and death war - the war,
We ask them pepper.

Gentlemen at the bottom - the custom of ours,
In the yards of all sailors.
We will all boarded
And any questions.