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Pics from vasily_sergeev 
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Lyrics:

I am weary of talking and arguing and of looking into tired eyes;
On the freebooters' blue sea,
A brig is raising its sails.

The craggy-faced captain cast off the boat's anchor before daybreak,
Let's raise the glasses of golden-coloured astringent wine in a gesture of farewell.
We drink to the furious, to the defiant,
To those who despise cheap comfort,
The Jolly Roger is fluttering in the wind,
The pirates are singing a chanty.

In trouble, in joy, in grief--
As soon as you squint just a little--
You can see a brig raising its sails
On the freebooters' blue sea.

I am weary of talking and arguing and of looking into tired eyes;
On the freebooters' blue sea,
A brig is raising its sails.