Текст песни Король и Шут - Северный флот 51

Text + music written by Michael

Displays Pirate Odyssey

A frantic wind breaks the sails
An old Varangian stands at the helm.
Three ships will drown tomorrow
A common thing for a sailor

Northern Fleet
Only forward.
Bastards take off the sails
Aboard!

There is no meat in the hold, the beer has run out.
How much before the great Rome?
It will be difficult for us - it is tolerant,
Like a woman waiting for us to profit.

Northern Fleet
Only forward.
Bastards take off the sails
Aboard!

Wars are tormented, burn the cold
The Northern Fleet is going nowhere
God has forgotten our land
The enemy will cry - it was not in vain.