Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Пиратская лирическая

Okudzhava

The night before the storm on the mast
Burning candles St. Elmo,
Warming our souls
For all of last year.
When the gate we are in Portland,
We'll be gentle as a lamb,
But go back to Portland
We do not have to ever.

Well, if there is no return to Portland,
Let us wears a black sail.
Let it be sweet Jamaican rum,
Everything else - is nonsense!
When the gate we are in Portland,
Honestly, I'm all over yet
But go back to Portland
We do not have to ever!

Well, if there is no return to Portland,
Let the merchant dies with fear,
Neither God nor the devil will not help
He was to save their ships!
When the gate we are in Portland,
I swear, I'll run up on the chopping block,
But go back to Portland
We do not have to ever.

Well, if there is no return to Portland,
We divide the gold as brothers,
Because the money of others
Not get easily!
When the gate we are in Portland,
We will take into the arms of the Motherland,
But go back to Portland
Do not give us, oh, never.