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  • Текст песни Он развязал и выпил водки, он на хер из дому ушёл - он захотел уехать к морю, но до вокзала не дошёл

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    Тут находится текст песни Он развязал и выпил водки, он на хер из дому ушёл - он захотел уехать к морю, но до вокзала не дошёл, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Yon's my privateer
    See how trim she lies
    To every man a lucky hand
    And every man a prize
    I live to ride the ocean
    The mighty world around
    To take a little plunder
    And to hear the cannon sound
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn't mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

    The people on your man o' war
    Are treated worse than scum
    I'm no flogging captain
    And by God I've sailed with some
    Come with me to Barbary
    We'll ply there up and down
    Not quite exactly
    In the service of the Crown
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn't mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

    Look'ee there's my privateer
    She's small but she can sting
    Licensed to take prizes
    With a letter from the King
    I love the streets and taverns
    Of a pretty foreign town
    Tip my hat to the dark-eyed ladies
    As we sally up and down
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn't mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

    Britannia needs her privateers
    Each time she goes to war
    Death to all her enemies
    Though prizes matter more
    Come with me to Barbary
    We'll ply there up and down
    Not quite exactly
    In the service of the Crown
    To lay with pretty women
    To drink Madeira wine
    To hear the rollers thunder
    On a shore that isn't mine

    Privateering we will go
    Privateering, yo ho ho ho
    Privateering we will go
    Yo ho ho, yo ho ho

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