Lyrics Йовен - Корсары

hand caresses
swords weighted
No one knows
where the damned demon drives us
old ship
faithful to the captain like a dog
yes we are corsairs
pour to have fun

for pistols
pray with god for cleaver
do you smell somewhere
gold chests are waiting for us
we cannot escape heavenly punishment - this is a whim
corsairs are coming ...
go corsairs ... boarding

the glass will warm
not the last drink
hang on the rey
each of us is assigned

laughing in a mug
Truozero's friend grin
cook guns
hey who else did the lord send?

for pistols
oh yes the lot we got is not easy
the soul is warmed
gold mining teapot

what a nightmare
you see our black sail
go corsairs
go corsairs ... boarding

and let on land
waiting for a loop
which is not even funny
and our souls
sold to the devil long ago

spit on it
the wind fills the sails
for pistols
to the devil, give us heaven?

for pistols
the world will remember our names
end to verses
the foamy wave carries into the distance

add heat
let the crew have some fun
corsairs are coming ..
go corsairs .. boarding