Текст песни А.Ф.Скляр и Г.Сукачев - В Кейптаунском Порту

In the port of Cape Town
With a hole in the board
"Jeanette" corrects rigging.
But before you go
In the old way,
On the shore crew was released.

Go slouch,
Sighs Street,
And new flares caress the eye.
They come, they go,
Where you can easily
Get yourself and women, and wine.

Here are all wedded
With wine and women,
Where caress the gentle waves of blood,
And in the morning in the port
He broke the ship,
Filled with silver lights.

Soon, almost dawn,
They went to the tavern "Cat"
Fourteen French sailors.
- Bonjour, beautiful!
We really like.
In the name of France declare bite!

One off the Frenchman
On behalf Bimuz
I wanted was to beat the bottle!
But the dispute in Cape Town
Solves Browning
And with damask he crashed to the Frenchman's feet.

And having got daggers,
Forgetting maritime regulations,
They fought like a thousand devils.
All tape ripped off,
Vests torn,
A new flares as a picking.

And no longer will ascend
On a stone redoubt
Fourteen French sailors.
Leave the court without them,
Silent and others -
It will not be their enticing light beacons.