слова и музыка Б. Окуджавы
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdtYahQ2qVo
-- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_reMa6NVQ4
the night before the storm on the mast, St. Elmo's candles shiny burning,
they warm with cold light our souls for all the past years that have gone.
when we will back again to Portland, we will be meek like sheep or doe,
the matter is, be back to Portland we'll never have to in our life.
well, if there's no return to Portland, let the black sail-wing carry us,
let the Jamaican rum be th' strongest, and nothing else is of a sense.
when we'll be able to back to Portland, by God, I will repent of all done,
but to be back again to Portland, we'll sure ever no be able.
well, if there is no return to Portland, then let the merchant dies of fearror.
nor god nay devil, aye, will help him to save his vessels and his trade.
when we get back home to Portland, I swear, myself run up the scaffold,
but it's a case, to get in Portland, we'll never have a tip a chance.
well, if there's no return to Portland, let's part the gold by law, like brothers,
because the others' good and money do not come just with no toil.
when we will manage back to Portland, we'll throw selves into the judges arms,
yeah but for coming back to Portland, we have to never make return.
when we will manage back to Portland, the motherland will have us embraced,
the matter is, to back to Portland, God keep us out, ever for all/God get us off, ever for all.
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