Deposit Pirates

We swim lane, black scarf around my head
Limp across the ditch on my wooden members
Smelling of whiskey, rum, beer and gin.
I hunt for treasure
Wherever it may be found.
I’m not looking for diamonds
And only the grand prize, which is lying around.
Approaching board garbage can, my hook raised high.
I’ll take it to board a vessel, whether I am alive or dead!
And I’ve got all their bottled treasure
And dump will announce my battle cry!
Pirates of the deposit in the Gulf!
Put your empty cup and pray!
Fight for your flasks, fight for your baklazhki!
Pirates of the deposit in the Gulf!
Fight for your flasks, fight for your baklazhki!
Put your empty cup and pray!
Kissing friends aunts in kiosks
I lift my blindfold and a brilliant steal their revenue.
My Jolly Roger — it Reticle bottles and flasks.
Winds swinging my black wig — I should continue.
I hunt for treasure
Wherever it may be found.
I’m not looking for diamonds
And only the grand prize, which is everywhere.
Pirates of the deposit in the Gulf!
Put your empty cup and pray!
Fight for your flasks, fight for your baklazhki!
Pirates of the deposit in the Gulf!
Fight for your flasks, fight for your baklazhki!
Put your empty cup and pray!
Conquest over and the sun is hanging so low.
Now I go with the flow.
My chauffeur picks me in my limousine.
I — the owner and the owner, and the hoarder meanie.