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