Wind is filling all the sails
Keel is cleaving ocean waves
Captain’s ugly wooden leg’s
Stamping on the scrubbed deck
We have sailed millions miles
But the skyline keeps the silence
Pirates grumble to the sea:
“Where’s the fucking enemy?”
Sailors roll the cannon-balls,
Polish cannons to the holes
Their swords are shining bright
Everything’s prepared to fight
Passes month after month
Nothing new from North to South
Pirates grumble to the deeps:
“Where are damned trading ships?”
No one of unfortunate sailors
Knows that under stormy waves
Devil played insidious joke
Put them on the empty globe
Doomed the pirate mighty ship
To roam in the ever-trip
Devil scratches little horn
Fregat circles on and on
We have sailed millions miles
But the skyline keeps the silence
Passes month after month
Nothing new from North to South
Devil scratches little horn
Fregat circles on and on
Pirates grumble to the waves:
“This ship will be our grave!”
