Текст песни А.Ф.Скляр и Г.Сукачев - В Кейптаунском Порту

In the port of Cape Town
With a hole in the side
& Quot; Jeanette & quot; adjusts rigging.
But before you go
In the old way,
On the coast the crew was released.

Go slouch,
Sighs Street
And new flares caress the eye.
They go there,
Where you can easily
Get yourself and women and wine.

Here are all wedded
With wine and a woman,
Where to caress the gentle waves of blood,
And in the morning in the port
Stormed the ship,
Filled with silver lights.

And soon, almost dawn,
They went to the tavern & quot; Cat & quot;
Fourteen French sailors.
- Bonjour, beautiful!
We really like.
In the name of France announced a nibble!

One off the French
On behalf of Bimuz
I wanted was to beat the bottle!
But the dispute in Cape Town
Solves Browning
And with brocade he crashed at the feet of the Frenchman.

And Daggers got,
Forgetting maritime regulations,
They fought like a thousand devils.
All tape torn,
Torn vest,
A new flares, both picking.

And do not germinate
On a stone redoubt
Fourteen French sailors.
Without leave of the court,
Silent and others -
There will be enticing them to light beacons.