Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Корсары

Hand painted caresses sword hilt,
No one knows where the damned demon chasing us.
Ship captain old faithful like a dog.
Yes, we corsairs! Pour, that life was fun.

For the guns! With God, pray - for hatchets!
Do you hear You - somewhere waiting for us golden chest!
Heavenly punishment we can not avoid, but it is folly!
Go buccaneers, corsairs are boarded.

A glass of warm, drinking is not the most extreme times.
Hanging from the yardarm assigned to each of us.
He is laughing in the circle of hail-fellow Roger grin.
Prepare your guns! Hey, who else the Lord sent?

For the guns! The draw we got difficult.
Soul warmed aspirations of mining gold.
In a nightmare you seen our black sail?
Go buccaneers, corsairs are boarded.

And let on land waiting for a loop that is not even funny,
A pre-sold our souls to the devil for a long time,
Spit on it! The wind fills the sails!
For the guns! To hell, the hell we heavens ?!

For the guns! The world will remember our names!
The end of the verse takes away foamy wave.
We add the heat, let the crew have fun!
Go buccaneers, corsairs go on board the ship,
On board the ship, boarded!