Бригантина [Brigantina] [English translation]

I'm tired of talking and arguing

And of loving your tired eyes...

In the blue and distant filibuster sea

Brigantine raising it's sails.

The captain, weathered like rocks,

Went to sea, without waiting for sunshine-

For farewell raise your glasses

Of golden and tart wine.

We drink for the furious, for the unruly,

The one's who despised cheep comfort of the Ins-

Reigns in the breeze the Happy Roger

Singing the song the people of the Flint.

In trouble , in joy and and in grief

Only slightly squint your eyes-

In the blue and distant filibuster sea

Brigantine raising it's sails.

I'm tired of talking and arguing

And of loving your tired eyes...

In the blue and distant filibuster sea

Brigantine raising it's sails.

• Artist:Yuri Vizbor