Текст песни Плойка - Пираты и Ковбои

Pirates and cowboys

Raging sea and wind break the mast of the ship.
"Ruby ends!" - I scream my friends,
Do not get lost, break,
swim, survive, not to forget
Of those who do not swim

And some went down,
And curse the harsh wave
does not make sense, it is not to blame.
One day the good old rum
He became very close to them know ...
And we are with you and we are with you
All the same afloat

Etc.
The wind of freedom tearing my sails,
Overland soul wanders sea
The wind of freedom tearing my sails,
Overland soul wanders sea

If no ships - we saddle the horses,
Dust from the stamping of the hoofs on the field flying.
Rancid smoke nightly campfires,
Revolver, rope, saddle -
All that is necessary for me to hundreds of thousands of miles of track.

But as a house there? I do not know...
Away lost friends ...
Saloons and taverns are not empty ever.
And even the strongest gin
My problems are not solved.
Together with a friend running
We are from themselves.

etc.
The wind of freedom pats horse's mane,
The snow freezes hot prairie child.
The wind of freedom pats horse's mane,
The snow freezes hot prairie child.

But neither the horses nor the ships,
no hot prairie or the sea,
On not got nothing ...
One cheap wine!

etc.
But despite this, I met the pirates

Despite this, I met a cowboy.
And I can take ships boarded.
And I am able to win the rodeo over you.