Текст песни Александр Ф. Скляр и Игорь Иванович Сукачёв - В Кейптаунском порту

In the port of Cape Town with a hole in the side
& Quot; Jeanette & quot; corrected rigging.
But before we go into the distant path
On the coast the crew was released.
Go slouch, pouring into the streets,
And klёshi new breeze caresses the ...

They go to the place where you can easily
Find funny women and wine.
There's a sense of selling, inexpensive charge,
And a lot to them is permitted.
There's still wedded with wine and women
And caress the gentle waves of blood.

A night in the port broke the ship,
Filled with silver lights.
And - almost dawn - entered the tavern & quot; Cat & quot;
Fourteen French sailors.
Bonjour, beauty, we really like,
In the name of France, to give love.

Going to the circus to see the English,
The French began to let go of the jokes.
One giant Frenchman named Marus
I decided to beat the bottle rack.
But the boatswain Downing took a Browning
And on the floor crashed giant Frenchman.

The team of sailors, angry wolves,
Fellows are not thrown into trouble.
Trampling marine charter and daggers get,
They fought like a thousand devils.
On klёshi new, half-meter,
Brooks scarlet blood flowed.

Oh, do not germinate on the poop deck
Fourteen brave sailors.
Without leave of the court, silent and others,
There will be enticing them to light beacons.
Do not have them in swimming, not to see the harbor
And do not look for comfort on the beach.

In the port of Cape Town with a hole in the side
& Quot; Jeanette & quot; corrected rigging.
But before we go into the distant path
On the coast the crew was released.