Пиратская лирическая

The night before the storm on the masts of burning candles St. Elmo ,
warmed our hearts for all the past years .
When we gate in Portland, we are meek as a lamb .
Yes, just come back to Portland we will not have ever.

Well, if there is no return to Portland , let us bear black sail,
let it be strong Jamaican rum - everything else is nonsense.
When we gate in Portland , by golly , I'm all over yet.
Yes, just come back to Portland we will not have ever.

Well, if there is no return to Portland , let merchant die of fright .
Neither God nor the devil will help him save his ships .
When we gate in Portland , I swear - I'll run up on the chopping block .
Yes, just come back to Portland we will not have ever.

Well, if there is no return to Portland , divide the gold, like brothers ,
because money does not accrue to other people easily .
When we gate in Portland, we will birthplace in arms.
Yes, just come back to Portland let us not , O God , ever.