Брысь - Сиплый гимн Пандоры - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The adventures of the heavy frigate of Pandora at Corsara IV, 2020, recorded from the words of eyewitnesses. The author of the idea is Berengar.

The Dutch frigate walked along the waves,

Dutch frigate for a week in a row,

A heavy frigate walked along the waves

With the name Pandora.

And suddenly the Spanish fort along the way,

He took and went to the Spanish port,

Suddenly prompted the Spanish port,

Demolished the apple of discord.

Well, pistols and rum on board,

Well, pistols and rum on board,

Well, pistols and rum on board

And the gunpowder did not forget!

The captain shouts, you can't shoot,

The director shouts, you can't shoot,

Everyone shouts, you can't shoot,

But we have already charged.

Early in the morning is already light,

Already light, very light,

Early in the morning, when it is light

The ugly capten wakes us up!

To understand where to go

To understand why go

We will plunge the wine on the ship

And again on Cartagena.

Came together with enemies on boarding

Director in heavy

And we see how it is already loaded into the ship

Gift - Mojito Baclachu.

On the next day in the port of a full house -

The verdict wants Baclach back.

The drying of a big mess also created,

But everything is for us.

Here the enemy shoots the ship

Although Pandora is in the port,

But the stupid O’Donnel sits on board

And catching his face.

Yes, he violated the direct order,

But from the tribunal still saved himself

Having spent someone else's ammunition

And fixing the ship.

Well, where are we going?

Where are we going, where are we going?

Well, where are we going?

The hoarse boatswain sip.

The captain screams, "at the rate of the pier"

The director screams, "at the Pierce course!"

Everyone shouts that at the pier course,

The fourth Warren died!

But under the cover of night darkness

Almost darkness, already darkness,

They came to the pirate bay to fight,

But Dushnina began.

Their brave captain screams,

Curses obscenities like a blank

Swim calmly, about the brave Gall,

We will not offend the woman.

Well, pistols and rum on board,

Wine, port and tinctures on board,

Priest, a whore in our escort

And we put the bard on the nose!

Let's take the photographer to our convoy,

Chips, drypack and glasses with you,

And we will leave the nuclei and gunpowder in the port-

Pandora goes to fight