The years have passed, the captain became the captain of the dark depths of the ocean
With the crew arrived again seaward bound
And being in an old dead bones
He saw his love rise from the depth of the ocean covered in tattoos long faded
She has those pert breasts I hunger for
And lips, lips are eager for love
He did not believe his own eyes,
But lost consciousness in half darkness.
And when my nymph opened one eye
Brown eyes wanted eroticism to behold Jack Sparrow was back at last with his beloved wench of the Ocean depths they went into the oceans of the Caribbean
She has tattoos on her hands,
And lips, lips are mean like red wine
And with surprise the captain found out
She has the daughter of that girl from Nagasaki.
The story of a beautiful dream
To my beloved girl, those lips are like cherries
Our captain continued not in the sea –
He always stayed in Nagasaki.
He was missing in a familiar basically,
Was looking at my daughter and her signs,
And saw the French features in her,
And the girl he fell in love with Nagasaki.
The captain has no other fate,
He doesn’t like any noise or a fight now.
So happy he has his daughter with her sweat betrothed
Living memory of holy love from Nagasaki!
On the storm in the storm when the thunderstorm is crying
And a seagulls cry, a victory cry in the dark.
High by the love of my sparrow of love
The greed of the waves of sea attack!
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