Vladimir Vysotsky. Service to the Elements.

A Pirate Song.

There’s happed a riot on our ship, and gulls cry high above
Today two scoundrels were hung on the yard-arm.
They got a good reward for their foul bluff,
Which brought to some of gentlemen as offense as 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!

The angry mob was moving forward 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 their mob, 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 perfect 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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