Текст песни А. Макаревич и Оркестр креольского танго - Вот шхуна покидает...

Here schooner leaves native English port ,
Pretty young to smoke on board.
She passes by sailors in silence,
And waiting for her lover to the far side .

Have not seen the port , where the water does not look,
She stands at the side of beautiful, like a doe .
Her soul flies up to the invisible earth,
She does not know that the revolt on the ship.

It raised the Spaniard sbezhavschy prisoner
Exquisite bastard , fearless duelist .
When he offer her his girlfriend become ,
It unfortunately will not be able to deny the Spaniard .

A wave hit the shore , playing and ringing ,
She was buried friends and relatives .
Will take any grief, look and heal ,
Only he walks to the sea and all waiting for something .

He goes back to the rock steep as a wall ,
And from the sea without blinking from morning until dark.
Love it melts on the evil gray legs,
A schooner all flies on the blue waves.