Текст песни Йовин - Корсары

Corsairs

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                Am Am ​​* Am Am ​​* Am Am ​​* Am
                (Knock-Knock)
                Am Am ​​* Am Am ​​* Am Am ​​* Am
                (Knock-Knock)

                         F
                Hand caresses
                  G Am Am ​​* Am
                Swords decorated hilt.
                           F
                No one knows,
                  G Am Am ​​* Am
                Where the damned demon drives us

                Old ship
                Faithful to the captain, like a dog.
                Yes, we are corsairs!
                Pour in for fun.

                For the pistols!
                With God, pray - for cleaver!
                Do you smell somewhere
                Golden chests are waiting for us!
                Heavenly judgment
                We can’t escape, but this is a whim!
                         F
                Corsairs are coming
                         G
                Corsairs are coming
                        Am Am ​​* Am Am ​​* Am Am ​​* Am
                Aboard.

                (Knock-Knock)

                The glass will warm
                We are not drinking the most extreme time.
                Hanging on a Ray
                Each of us is assigned.
                Laughing in a mug
                Roger's friend grin.
                Cook the guns!
                Hey, whom else has the Lord sent?

                For the pistols!
                The lot was not easy for us.
                The soul is warmed
                By the aspiration of gold mining.
                What a nightmare
                Do you see our black sail?
                Corsairs are coming
                Corsairs are coming
                Aboard.

                (Knock-Knock)

                And let on land
                A loop awaits, which isn’t even funny
                And our souls
                Sold to the devil a long time ago
                Spit on it!
                The wind fills the sails!
                For the pistols!
                To the devil, why the hell are we ?!

                For the pistols!
                The world will remember our names.
                End of verse
                A foamy wave carries away.
                Let's add some heat
                Let the crew have some fun!
                Corsairs are coming
                Corsairs are coming
                        Am
                Aboard,
                        G
                Aboard,
                        Am
                Aboard!