Текст песни ТТ-34 - Чёрная Метка, чёрная печать

Fifteen men on the dead man's chest
For many years in my head without end
On Rhea black flag, grimy coat
Spyglass hangs as a talisman

My parrot cracking hundred words per minute
This stuff that I was not ready
The deceased Billy Bones
He now lives with me
In the pocket of the gun, I go like clockwork

Printing black mark, black mark, black print!

Soon I was able to get the devil's hand
The barrel of rum but seven pounds of tobacco
Burned eight ships courageous filibuster
Kill a hundred people, he sailed the seven seas

So sick at heart when the sea calm
Suddenly I see the sails blew my fuse
I go to starboard, boarded the schooner
The firing on the deck - the ship is ours!

Total afraid, just afraid
Dead men do not bite
One leg, one leg
There was - it happens
Another drink, another drink
It never ends
Such a life, so that's life
Nobody's business

No one! Never! No one! Never!