| You think so - captain's cap,
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| A farewell whistle, a fisherman went out to sea.
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| You are strongly mistaken in this in everything:
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| Everything seems to be so, but in general it is not so.
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| I'm standing in the wheelhouse, I'm yelling incessantly,
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| I am a pure pirate: a pistol and an earring,
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| Sailors of their own, the least drunk
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| I put on watch to stand on my feet.
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| Hold on, relatives, until we set sail,
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| Thrallmaster pushed the mainland with his boot,
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| For two days we were rocked by earthly sorrows,
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| Now the north-old man will calm us down.
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| On the white palm of the midnight sea
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| My ship is sailing - the representative of the earth,
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| And the Kola Bay will repeat to us with beeps,
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| Words that our wives could not say to us.
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| Words that lovers did not whisper,
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| The words that flowed down the pillow with tears,
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| And even the words about which were silent
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| Calm girls, what for once
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| What about us? |
| - We are the heroes of the catch,
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| We plow the sea across the isobaths.
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| We gave the authorities an iron word -
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| Exceed the task, fate is not fate.
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| This is how we go, my friend, to go fishing,
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| This is how it will be tomorrow and it was yesterday,
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| And a night watch with the name of a dog,
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| We stand and grab onto the handrail.
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| And if someone condemns us for backwardness,
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| Please shave, here is my boat.
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| You swim with us at least a little,
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| Then, comrade, be angry with the tralfleet. |