The Sailor

Песня: Матрос

Перевод: Михаил Морозов

Unfortunate sailor, your poor ship has sunk
The bedbugs have nested in sails
Your boatsman, a snob and a fan of red wine
With sauerkraut in mustache

With evil cockroach you fight one on one,
So natural and intrepid
Amidst walruses, octopuses, sardines.
Exquisite as Okhtinsky bridge

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