Текст песни Николай Гумилев - Капитаны ч.3

Only peers through the cliffs
Royal old fort,
Like funny sailors
Hurry to the familiar port.

There, grabbing cider in the tavern,
Talking grandfather speaks
What to slay the sea hydra
Maybe a black crossbow.

Black ebony
And they guess and sing,
And the smell is sweet
From the dishes being prepared.

And in spattered taverns
From sunset to morning
Throwing a number of infidel decks
Curled sharper.

Well on the docks of the port
And loiter and lie
And with the soldiers from the fort
Start fights at night.

Or from noble foreign women
Boldly beg for two sous,
Sell ​​them monkeys
With a copper hoop in the nose.

And then turn pale with anger
Clamp the amulet in the floor
All playing dice
On the trampled floor

But the call of the dope falls silent,
Drunken words incoherent years,
Only the captain's mouthpiece
Will call them to sail.