Текст песни Roa Bastos - Вот плывёт фрегат мой

Here are my frigate sails
On the way home
On the way our reefs
Fabulous myths

I see the shore
The land so far
The wind is blowing in the sails
And it is getting closer

There in the shade of old trees
Where innocent distance
All the gifts of nature
But it is a pity there is no Roma

Anchor throw us here
Our revenge will wait
While waiting for the dawn
We'll have a banquet ...

Quickly rum was drunk
I hear thunder in the distance
On the horizon ships
Thunder cannon IPT

It's time to sail
The fate of his incarnate
But we will return to the land
To pick up your soul

Once again, the gray ocean
His song sings
The waves whisper us
Where galleon sails ...