Текст песни капитан смоллетт - Трактирная

When a tired sailor comes to the beach,
And shakes him on earth
Then the wind fell down in the storm,
In his head
Running your shoulders guide
By charm Roma skip and more than once,
And after all night ready to train the bikes,
How did he lose in the battles

Oh-oh-o ... Storm 12 points
Oh-oh-oh ... and on a bushprint skeleton
Oh-oh oh ... seas saw not enough
Oh-oh oh ... and in the world there are no equal

Salted Water Big Seas
Washed it without end,
Shouting was boldly on the board: "Just ahead"
Throwing "cats" into the ship of the scoundrel

With a big cheerful team, drunk in Umitter,
In the Orlyhanka put the last dull,
And about the Dead Man's Chest at night sang
Yes praised proudly his galleon

Who does not hang
Who go to the bottom,
Our flag in the wind is rewned,
And we are all for one thing
We do not scare melels,
Not a calm and not heat
And let us blow
Backway wind!