Singer-pirate, you sang bivouacs,
Dole uharskih noder
And a formidable fun fight,
And curls his mustache;
With hilarious string of rest days
Camp blowing dust,
you have praised, lyre rebuilt,
Love and peace bottle.
I listen to you, and the hearts of young,
I sweet heat of your speeches,
Sad again plameneyu
Memories of the old days.
[I still love the language of passion],
[his captivating] sounds
[pleasing to me, as the voice of friends]
In the days of sad separation.
