Lyrics Михаил Боярский - В Кейптанском порту
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В Кейптаунском порту
С какао на борту
“Жанетта” поправляла такелаж.
Но прежде чем уйти
В далекие пути,
На берег был отпущен экипаж.
Идут, сутулятся,
Вливаясь в улицы,
И клеши новые ласкает бриз.
Они пошли туда,
Где можно без труда
Достать себе и женщин, и вина.
А ночью в тот же порт
Ворвался пароход
В сиянии своих прожекторов.
И свой покинув борт,
Сошли гурьбою в порт
Четырнадцать французских моряков.
Идут, сутулятся,
Врываясь в улицы,
И клеши новые ласкает бриз.
И все пришли туда,
Где можно без труда
Достать дешевых женщин, и вина.
Где пиво пенится,
Где жить не ленятся,
Где юбки женские трещат по швам!
Один гигант француз
С козырной кличкой Туз
Уж начал было Мэри обнимать.
Но боцман Даунинг
Достал свой браунинг
И на пол грохнулся гигант француз!
Тринадцать моряков,
Рассерженных волков,
Не бросили товарища в беде.
И, кортики достав,
Забыв морской устав,
Они дрались, как тысяча чертей.
И клеши новые,
Полуметровые
Обильно залила густая кровь…
Когда взошла заря,
В далекие края
Отправился французский пароход.
Но не вернулись в порт
И не взошли на борт
Четырнадцать французских моряков.
In Cape Town Port
With cocoa on board
“Jeanette” corrected the rigging.
But before you leave
On a long journey
The crew was released ashore.
Go slouch
Pouring into the streets
And flares caress new breeze.
They went there
Where you can easily
Get yourself both women and wine.
And at night in the same port
The steamboat burst
In the radiance of their spotlights.
And leaving his side,
We went to the port in a crowd
Fourteen French sailors.
Go slouch
Breaking into the streets
And flares caress new breeze.
And everyone came there
Where you can easily
Get cheap women and wine.
Where the beer foams
Where to live is not lazy,
Where women's skirts are cracking at the seams!
One giant french man
Trump Ace
Mary began to hug.
But the boatswain downing
I got my browning
And the giant Frenchman crashed to the floor!
Thirteen sailors
Angry wolves
Do not abandon a friend in trouble.
And daggers dostav,
Forgetting the maritime charter
They fought like a thousand devils.
And new flares
Half meter
Thick blood poured abundantly ...
When the dawn came
To distant lands
The French ship set off.
But did not return to the port
And did not board
Fourteen French sailors.
With cocoa on board
“Jeanette” corrected the rigging.
But before you leave
On a long journey
The crew was released ashore.
Go slouch
Pouring into the streets
And flares caress new breeze.
They went there
Where you can easily
Get yourself both women and wine.
And at night in the same port
The steamboat burst
In the radiance of their spotlights.
And leaving his side,
We went to the port in a crowd
Fourteen French sailors.
Go slouch
Breaking into the streets
And flares caress new breeze.
And everyone came there
Where you can easily
Get cheap women and wine.
Where the beer foams
Where to live is not lazy,
Where women's skirts are cracking at the seams!
One giant french man
Trump Ace
Mary began to hug.
But the boatswain downing
I got my browning
And the giant Frenchman crashed to the floor!
Thirteen sailors
Angry wolves
Do not abandon a friend in trouble.
And daggers dostav,
Forgetting the maritime charter
They fought like a thousand devils.
And new flares
Half meter
Thick blood poured abundantly ...
When the dawn came
To distant lands
The French ship set off.
But did not return to the port
And did not board
Fourteen French sailors.