Lyrics Море Соли - На Ньюфаундлендских отмелях

Hey you rascal from Liverpool
Listen to our advice:
As soon as you step on our ship,
Throw off your fancy jacket.
Take a warmer sweater with you
And keep it close at hand.
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

Jack Lynch from Ballinahinch was with us
Mike Murphy and other rabble.
I'll tell you - they suffered like hell
Until we arrived at the port.
Laid the good in Liverpool
We should leave them astern.
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

We rub it and we scrape it
Sand and salt water!
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

Pomcap, completely brutal, roars,
Climbing the forecastle:
Come on, move quickly, lads,
Until I let all the dogs down!
And if someone suddenly gives an oak on the way,
Wipe his blood and drink it ...
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

We go through the reefs, the sails are frozen
And the stake stands in the wind.
Come climb up the top yard
That will suit you.
Spit on your boots and your torn cloak
And only louder you howl.
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

We rub it and we scrape it
Sand and salt water!
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

Well here's the last bend at last
Everything around is white and white!
And soon a breaking table awaits us
And the booze and the warmth.
Let's get off at the port and the girls are all
They will call us with each other:
“Let's go sailor, I'll be warmer,
Than your dashing north-west! "

We rub it and we scrape it
Sand and salt water!
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howls the dashing north-west!

Three of her! Scrape it!
Sand and holy water!
After all, on the Newfoundland shoals
Howl north-west dashing!