Текст песни Юлий Ким - Песня старого пирата

Tags: Kim Yu
App .: Julius Kim
 
On blue ocean
My black flies brig:
Bristol, Marseille, Cape Town,
Toronto ...
One hundred and three of the meridian
Pierced his bowsprit,
And all without a major overhaul.

British Queen
For me chasing fleet
I sat in prison,
And in the pit,
I was among the Geneva
Waited personal scaffold -
And here I am, I am with you!

Chorus:
Through the eye - dressing
Through the skull - the scar ...
This is not life, but a fairy tale,
I tell you!
Extraction with victory
We divide in half,
And only the baby lady
And only the baby lady
And only the baby lady
I choose myself!

Piastres and doubloons
I gather the wind:
Board to board, a sword, a sword -
And to hell!
But in response to a zillion
I threw down the drain -
We wind are similar in some ways.

The merchant will die for money,
Popa strangle fat
Soldiers die for someone else's
Crown
And I'll die on the topmast
For being too lived,
And contrary to the law!

Chorus.

1964