For four years our corsair prowled in the sea, -
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Our banner has not faded in battles and storms,
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We learned how to darn sails
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And plug holes with bodies.
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A squadron is chasing us on the heels, -
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It's calm on the sea - and you can't avoid a meeting!
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But the captain calmly told us:
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"It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet."
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Here the flagship frigate turned sideways
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And the left side was stained with smoke.
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Return volley - by eye and at random -
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Fire and death are far away. |
Good luck with us!
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From the worst troubles were chosen,
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But it's bad with the wind, there's a leak in the hold, -
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And the captain sends us a familiar sign:
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It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet.
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They look at us through binoculars, through pipes hundreds of eyes -
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And they see us from the evil and gray smoke, -
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But they will never see us
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Chained to the oars in the galleys.
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Unequal battle - our ship is listing, -
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Save our human souls.
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But the captain shouted: “Board!
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It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet!"
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Who wants to live, who is cheerful, who is not aphids, -
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Prepare your hands for hand-to-hand combat.
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And the rats - let them leave the ship -
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They interfere with the reckless fight.
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And the rats thought: what the hell is not joking, -
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And stupidly jumped, escaping from buckshot.
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And the frigate and I stood on board, -
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It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet.
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Face to face, knives to knives, eyes to eyes, -
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So as not to get octopuses or crabs -
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Some with a colt, some with a dagger, some in tears,
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— We left the sinking ship.
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But no, they can't send him to the bottom -
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The ocean will help, shouldering, -
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After all, the ocean is one with us.
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And the captain was right: it was not yet evening. |