Vladimir Vysotsky. Service to the Elements.

A Pirate Song.

A mutiny is on, and sea-gulls fly above

Today two frauds were hung on the yard-arm.

They got a good reward for their foul bluff,

Which brought to somebodies offense and harm.

We catch the fair wind with each one of our sails!

A rightful prize is any ship alone.

Good luck is here, and we created this ourselves

By hoisting the black flag with skull and bones!

Full of ill temper, they were moving from the bow

These gentlemen have forgotten about the word.

Some former friends locked one another in death struggle,

And after that long knives began the world.

We catch the fair wind with each one of our sails!

A rightful prize is any ship alone.

Good luck is here, and we created this ourselves

By hoisting the black flag with skull and bones!

Two leaders cry, “It’s the right time to take the captain!”

And they fear nor the Devil nor the Lord.

But in the face of all the crew, our gallant captain

Has thrown the last booty overboard!

We catch the fair wind with each one of our sails!

A rightful prize is any ship alone.

Good luck is here, and we created this ourselves

By hoisting the black flag with skull and bones!

Look ye and marvel as the gravestone-like mighty billow

Is washing these troublemakers overboard!

Kill every one of their mob and do believe me

A real gentleman never breaks his word.

We catch the fair wind with each one of our sails!

A rightful prize is any ship alone.

Good luck is here, and we created this ourselves

By hoisting the black flag with skull and bones!

1969.

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