Текст песни Йовин - Рука ласкает шпаги разукрашенный эфес

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 to have fun lived.

For pistols! With God, pray - for hatchets!
Do you hear you - somewhere waiting for us gold chests!
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.
Laughing in the circle Roger hail-fellow grin.
Prepare your guns! Hey, who else the Lord sent?
For pistols! We got a lot difficult.
Soul warmed aspirations of gold mining.
What a nightmare you seen our black sail?
Go buccaneers, corsairs are boarded.

And let the land is waiting for loop that's not even funny,
A pre-sold our souls to the devil for a long time,
Spit on it! wind fills the sails!
For pistols! To hell, the hell we heavens ?!
For pistols! The world will remember our names!
The end of the verse takes away the foam wave.
Add heat, be merry crew!
Go buccaneers, corsairs go on board the ship,
On board the ship, boarded!