Пиратская лирическая [Pirat·skaya liricheskaya] [English translation]

At night before the storm atop the mast

The candles are burning of St. Elm's,

They giving warmth to our souls

For all the years we've spent.

When we'll return to Portland, (x 2)

We'll be meek like lambs.

But only to return to Portland

We'll never have a chance.

Well, if there is no return to Portland,

Let the black sail carry us.

Let the Jamaican rum be sweet,

Everything else is nonsense.

When we'll return to Portland, (x 2)

By Jesus, I'll repent all my sins.

But only only to return to Portland

We'll never have a chance.

Well, if there is no return to Portland,

Let the merchant die in fear.

To save his ships won't help

Neither God, nor devil or providence.

When we'll return to Portland (x 2)

I'll will walk to the block on my own, I swear.

But only to return to Portland

We'll never have a chance.

Well, if there is no return to Portland,

We'll split the gold like brothers.

After all, other people money

Without hard work you won't get them.

When we'll return to Portland

We will run to the judges embrace

But only to return to Portland

We'll never have a chance.

When we'll return to Portland

Our Motherland will take us into her embrace.

But only to return to Portland

We'll never have a chance.