Текст песни 12 стульев - Песня про пирата

Where among the pampas running bison,
And the sunsets over the baobabs, like blood.
Lived moody pirate in the wilds of the Amazon,
Lived pirate who does not believe in love.
But when one day, after a cannonade,
He was returning home after a terrible battle.
The slender figure, the color of chocolate,
He waved his hand from the shore.

Where there is love,
Where there is love,
Where there is love,
There's always bloodshed.

Like a statue, she stood,
And the pirate ship to her own hurried forward,
And in love with her, and he called her,
Birdies on the branches of your soul.

But one night a young cowboy,
Slender Creole he saw on the sand.
And odnoyu bullet, he killed both of them,
And I wandered along the shore in anguish.

And when in the morning, crying about Creole,
He understood that at the heart of a passion can not be put out.
He shot himself in it, so that ever stopped,
The bird on its branches soul.