Текст песни Батя - Фрегат

Our frigate has long been on the roads
Grappling with coastal waves
Hey, pour, scum, pour
Or do you quarrel with me

Smith & Wesson caliber 38
My friend until the last alteration
If we are about something and ask,
This is so not starve topmast

Scattered echo, echo, echo
Oh you, seagulls, fools do not cry
It is bursting with laughter
Sky embracing mast

Hey, the owner, what do you, the owner,
Pour, because today we pay
What is now the mistress of the evening
On your special dress

Do not see you so carelessly
Do not wake my soul tired
It is absolutely impossible
Even before dawn will not stay

Forty thousand troubles behind us
There are like a loyal guard
Spit who will go to the bottom of the last
The foam face the ocean