Текст песни Фиги - Песня Старого Пирата

Kings were paid in gold for my head
But the award was not given generously to none
A wealthy merchants were afraid to sail the sea
They knew if they did not meet live

Wind , wind
It blows my frigate
On the reefs on the reefs
Stranded in Golden Sands
Wind , wind
It blows my frigate
On the reefs on the reefs
On the death of the golden sands

It ended the life of a pirate taste of salt on your lips
There was an Arab saber and gold ducat
Gone feasts chic victory on waves
Drowning cards left at the bottom of the old frigate