Девушка Из Нагасаки [Devushka iz Nagasaki] [English translation]

He's a captain, and his motherland is Marseilles

He admires quarrels, noise and fights

he smokes a pipe and drinks the strongest ale

And loves the girl from Nagasaki.

She's got the traces of leprosy on her hands,

And her lips are as red as poppies

And she dances jig in the taverns on evenings,

this girl from Nagasaki.

She's got so small breasts,

and tattoos are made on them...

Captain starts a long way out,

Leaving the girl from Nagasaki.

And in the times when storm roars

Or in quiet hours on the forecastle

He remembers the narrow eyes

and dreams of the girl from Nagasaki.

Coralls, rubies as red as blood

And silk khaki blouse

And wild and tender love

He brings all this to the girl from Nagasaki.

He's come, he hurries up to her, hardly breathing

But suddenly he knows that a man wearing tail-coat

Once in the evening, after using too much hashish,

Killed the girl from Nagasaki.

She's got so small breasts

And lips, lips as red as poppies...

Captain starts a long way out

not having seen the girl from Nagasaki.