Vladimir Vysotsky. Was A Jolly Pink Sunrise (№ 358410)

Was a Jolly pink sunrise,
And the ship sailed towards the troubles,
And Jung went on his first hike
Under filibuster cherepashy flag.
Careening to the water, sail rustling,
The two-masted brig lay in the spread.
And the cabin boy of happiness was swinging soul
As hemp guy in the grotto.
And sailed the brig where he wanted,
Met - with whom fate brought him,
Breaking bones oars caravels,
When the Board came.
Was once a rich mining division
The pirates raged and howled...
Jung suddenly turned pale and grabbed for the knife
Because it cheated.