Song: A Good Pirate Is A Dead Pirate

The Portuguese hang us pilalis,
but to kill us failed,
we swayed and laughed
cool time spent.
And although English I am a pirate
the ships of Britain not happy
the core hit me in the stomach
he lived with a hole for about a year.

In French we visited the earth,
steel whosale us
four days killed me
ten, or nine times.
When the Spaniards took prisoner,
executed near the castle walls,
then, in the ravine among the rocks
your skull in the bushes I was looking for, I was looking for...

Jolly Roger in the sky
British coat of arms on the body,
fired from shotguns
the crowd of thugs.
They are not scared of death,
agile as hell
and stoned plan
proud captain.

I can't help but smile,
I often think,
the first time in the battle the Dutch
death hurt me.
I was ready to die,
I fell and closed my eyes
but I have not seen death!

Once in the Caribbean sea
we captured frigate
he got us in without a fight,
rejoiced that night a pirate.
We are not tortured questions about why the ship
not a single sailor is not hiding in the shadows.
Days funny is, the devil cool joke.
Very soon we learned that the ship was cursed!