Four years scoured the ocean ship-Corsair,
In fights and storms the famous banner never faded.
We managed to survive and mend the sails,
And plug the holes in ships by bodies, when invaded

Corsair was chased by squadron closely ship to ship,
The ocean - calm, no chance to win and to avoid turn over,
But calmly said the Captain to the crew:
"The game is far from being over!"

The flag frigate turned left to start assault,
It’s right side board in colors - smoke and fires.
We fired back at random, saw the death
And distant flames, as never luck retires!

We managed to survive the fires and the Hell
The wind is weak, ship - damaged, close turn over,
The Captain’s sending us the signal in return:
"The game is far from being over!"

We being watched by hundreds alien eyes,
They see us gray and angry in death valleys
But never they will see us being chained -
As slaves-in their galleys!

Unequal fight, the ship is hit and sinking.
Save human souls, don’t let them step us over,
But Captain gave instructions to revenge
The final game was far from being over.

Who wants to live - that cheerful, not nit,
Prepared even to defeat the lightning,
And cowards - let them better leave the ship -
They quite an obstacle - in reckless fighting.

The rats believed: "You never know when death comes near"
And dully jumped to save their lives to live it over.
Frigate and sinking ship collided in a blow,
But crucial game was far from being over.

Thus face to face, and knife to knife, and eyes to eyes,
Not to be eaten: crabs or octopus or deathel,
Those - who with daggers, colts, in disarray,
All quickly leaving our sinking vessel.

No! Never they will send it to the depths!
The ocean will assist it sailing over.
The ocean is with us! He - helps the best!
Correct was our Captain, when he said:
"The game is far from being over!"