Wind is filling all the sails
Keel is cleaving ocean waves
Captain’s ugly wooden leg’s
Stamping on the [bad word] deck
We have sailed millions miles
But the skyline keeps the silence
Pirates [bad word] to the sea:
“Where’s the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to the waves:
“This ship will be our grave!”