Wherever a sailor swims
For gold and silver
He’ll be hoisted a flag everywhere
He will always be poured wine.
When a sailor on the shore
All the girls run to him -
They siggle out of their pants
Changing money for love.
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you sad?
Take a cigarette, slap the wine
And sing a song about the dead man's chest!
Wherever a sailor swims away
From death do not sail away to him.
And his green gloom awaits
While the sailor is on the shore.
But this night he’s not alone
To the sepulcher we are drunk and indulgent.
She kisses endlessly
His crazy eyes!
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you silent?
Come on, tell her, the night is short
How the hell did the horns of the sea!
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you sad?
Take a cigarette, slap the wine
And sing a song about the dead man's chest!
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you silent?
Come on, tell her, the night is short
How the hell did the horns of the sea!
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you sad?
Take a cigarette, slap the wine
And sing a song about the dead man's chest!
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you silent?
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Sailor, sailor, why are you sad?
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,
Wine and hash, and Istanbul and Paris,