Текст песни Юлий Ким - Песня контрабандиста

From Madrid to Syracuse
I keep my ships
I'm caught by the French,
That is the Spaniards who when.

And I swim between them,
Inflating sails
And play on mandoline
I admire heaven.

Sea, my sea, my sea.

On the sea
I live in myself,
I do not want to pay taxes
Neither the law nor fate.

Cathed in all the throat,
I will deliver a cargo
Even in Palermo, even in Livorno
Of the beautiful Syracuse.

Sea, my sea, my sea.

I'm not hiding in the chest money
Save I do not like
I spend at night at night
Everything that the day accumulate.

On the way to Syracuse
Everywhere women are waiting for me
And funny karapuses,
Extremely poured me.

Sea, my sea, my sea.
My cradle and the last shelter,
My anchor and sail, my crook, and
And my joy, and my grief