Текст песни Капитан Смоллетт - Трактирная

When a tired sailor comes ashore
And shakes him on the ground
The winds that walked in the storm subside
In the hoppy head
Spreading his shoulders he goes
Skip the rum more than once,
And after all night I’m ready to poison the stories,
How he lost his eyes in battles

Oooh ... storm 12 points
Oooh ... and on the bowsprit, the skeleton
Ohhhhh ... Seas have seen quite a few
Oooh ... and in the world we have no equal

Salt water boiling seas
Washed him endlessly
On board boarded boldly shouting: & quot; Only forward & quot;
Throwing & quot; cats & quot; to the scoundrel's ship

With a big fun team getting drunk in umat
I put the last doubloon in the toss,
And about the dead man’s chest at night he sang songs
Yes, he praised his galeon proudly

Who doesn’t hang,
Who should go to the bottom
Our flag flies in the wind
And we are all for one
We are not afraid of the shallows
Not calm and not heat
And let us blow
Fair winds & # 33;