Wind is filling all the sails Keel is cleaving ocean waves Captain’s ugly wooden leg’s Stamping on the scrubbed deck We have sailed millions miles But the skyline keeps the silence Pirates grumble to the sea: “Where’s the fucking enemy?”
Sailors roll the cannon-balls, Polish cannons to the holes Their swords are shining bright Everything’s prepared to fight Passes month after month Nothing new from North to South Pirates grumble to the deeps: “Where are damned trading ships?”
No one of unfortunate sailors Knows that under stormy waves Devil played insidious joke Put them on the empty globe Doomed the pirate mighty ship To roam in the ever-trip Devil scratches little horn Fregat circles on and on
We have sailed millions miles But the skyline keeps the silence Passes month after month Nothing new from North to South Devil scratches little horn Fregat circles on and on Pirates grumble to the waves: “This ship will be our grave!”