Текст песни Юлий Ким - Песня старого пирата

Lyrics: Kim Yu
Vers .: Julius Kim
 
In the blue ocean
Fly my black brig:
Bristol, Marseille, Cape Town,
Toronto ...
One hundred and three of the meridian
Pierced his bowsprit,
And without overhaul.

The Queen of England
For me, chasing the fleet,
I was sitting in prison,
And in the pit,
I was among Geneva
I waited personal scaffold -
And here I am, I'm with you!

Chorus:
Through the eyes - dressing
After the skull - the scar ...
This is not life, but a fairy tale,
I tell you!
Extraction with the victory
We divide in half,
Only the baby lady
Only the baby lady
Only the baby lady
I choose myself!

Piastres and doubloons
I wind-fit:
Board in the board, on the sword sword -
And to hell!
But in response to a zillion
I threw down the drain -
We wind are similar in some ways.

The merchant will die for money,
Popa strangle fat
Soldier dies for someone
Crown,
And I'll die on the topmast
Because too lived
And not according to the law!

Chorus.

1964