The Song of the Pirate
With ten cannons on each side,
full speed ahead, with all sails up,
it does not cut the sea, but flies,
a brigantine sailboat.
Pirate ship they're called,
for his bravery, The Feared,
in every known sea,
from one limit to the other.
The moon shimmers in the sea,
on the canvas the wind moans,
and rises in a soft movement
silver and blue waves;
and see the pirate captain,
singing joyfully at the stern,
Asia on one side, Europe on the other,
and there in front of him Istanbul:
"Sail, my little boat,
without fear,
that no enemy vessel
neither storm nor calm
your path to twist reaches,
don't hold back your worth.
Twenty dams
we have done
in spite of
from English,
and they have yielded
his banners
one hundred nations
at my feet.
What is my ship, my treasure,
what is my god freedom,
my law, the force and the wind,
my only homeland, the sea.
There they wage fierce war,
blind kings
for a palm more of land;
that I here have as mine
how much does the rough sea cover,
to whom no laws were imposed.
And there is no beach,
be anyone,
my flag
of splendor,
that he/she does not feel
my right
and give chest