Текст песни Флибустьеры - Гимн отряда

BRIGANTINE

Tired of talking and arguing ,
Straining to wheeze voice ,
In flibust'erskom the far blue sea
Brigantine raises the sail .

Captain , winded , like rocks ,
He raises the flag , without waiting for the day.
In parting, raise your glasses
Golden tart wine.

We drink for violent , for the disobedient ,
For despised Grosheva comfort.
Winds in the wind " Jolly Roger "
Flibustery seas hymn sing .

And in trouble and in joy and in sorrow ,
Only little eyes narrowed ,
And you will see how the far blue sea
Brigantine raises the sail .