Nava Piratilor
(The Pirates Ship)
The captain stands at the bow of his ship
The waves of the ocean tear and rip
The wind makes a gentle dip
As the captain stands at the bow of his ship
A darkened flag waves in the gust
A breeze curls around it filled with lust
A dagger at the sail, free of rust
As a darkened flag waves in the gust
And the pirate crew heaves and hoes
And the figurehead holds a rose
And the gentle wind swirls and blows
As the pirate crew heaves and hoes
(The Pirates Ship)
The captain stands at the bow of his ship
The waves of the ocean tear and rip
The wind makes a gentle dip
As the captain stands at the bow of his ship
A darkened flag waves in the gust
A breeze curls around it filled with lust
A dagger at the sail, free of rust
As a darkened flag waves in the gust
And the pirate crew heaves and hoes
And the figurehead holds a rose
And the gentle wind swirls and blows
As the pirate crew heaves and hoes
