Текст песни Владимир Капгер - Пиратская

Cold cards
In a canin bag
Loaded name
On forgotten language
In the boundary oceans
Away from countries and sushi
Lies, in oblivion to rush,
The death of our souls

Ship is our paper,
The abode of fools
Swing fearlessly
By whim winds
And in our souls faith
Lives at least not strong
Prayer Flibuster
In the sky is not heard

Oh, Lord all good
Prey went to us
Any color flags
Any ships
Slaves of your obedient
All enemies on the sea
So burned to our souls
And in the case help

So that gold will be happy
Drove ships
So that our fool bullets
Targets we found
Let's grab luck
For the gills turning
So that it fell forever
A piece of us eager

Oh, God, you're kind
So give us on earth
Live as long as possible
In wealth and warm
Don't suffer
And do not pay debts
To nightmares at night
Were in dreams to others

So that death came instantly
Smelted once oblique
You hear because, probably
My humble voice
Slaves for this
Raspanic Sorry
And after death in the paradise of us
Team skip!