The mutiny is in full swing. The seagulls hover
On our brigantine we hung three men
Because of gold three lives are now over
But not enough. The yard had space for ten.

Catch fair winds with your tanned skin and sails
Don’t hesitate. There are no friendly ships
Well, fortune is a myth. But myth prevails
In minds of those who chose this path of risk

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Two filthy scoundrels point to the captain
Let’s get him. He’s a man he’s not a God
But captain is a wise old-timer pirate
He throws all the trophies overboard

Catch fair winds with your tanned skin and sails
Don’t hesitate. There are no friendly ships
Well, fortune is a myth. But myth prevails
In minds of those who chose this path of risk

Behold the wave like cemetery soil
The gold is buried in the deepest sea.
Throw overboard whatever blood might spoil.
Like captain did. If you prefer to live

Catch fair winds with your tanned skin and sails
Don’t hesitate. There are no friendly ships
Well, fortune is a myth. But myth prevails
In minds of those who chose this path of risk