Текст песни Garlic Kings - Штормовая

Instead weathervanes we hang thieves
Bilge beaten to the palm of the bodies of the dead
This cargo we carry to the market to get the meat for a penny
We collected around the world sinful creatures and hypocrites

No one can not escape, no hiding
Let the bloody body backwards move back
And when you get caught - the body in a barrel roll up
There's the lighthouse keeper and fillet fisherman!

With shoulders! With shoulders! Head and shoulders
All nevinovnyh- sharks feed!
Beat! Burn! The barrel buckshot!
The prisoners were weak and empty into the storm!

We roamed the world without kings and without ideas
We, opivshis nasty grog, like grabbing people
Pokrichat a little more, to be a long road
And when we arrive at the port, we have bungled the cake!

No one can not escape, no hiding
Let the bloody body backwards move back
And when you get caught - the body in a barrel roll up
There's the lighthouse keeper and fillet fisherman!

With shoulders! With shoulders! Head and shoulders
All nevinovnyh- sharks feed!
Beat! Burn! The barrel buckshot!
The prisoners were weak and empty into the storm!