Пираты

На мрачном корабле пустые трюмы.
Нет шхун уже неделю встречным курсом.
Сидят пираты по каютам и горюют:
От голода в желудках громкое шкворчание.

Но вот раздался клич: готовься к бою.
Взыграло ретивое - жаром кровь
Азартно, бурно в жилах закипела,
Взгляд заострился и взбодрился дух.

Пиратская душа внутри проснулась:
Дрожите, трепещите  - вы не с нами.
Морского дьявола они - его созданья,
Их души и дела лишь в его власти:

С разбойничьей природы сделал слепки ,
Вдохнувши часть себя, пре воплотил в мужчинах,
Могучих, удалых и крайне дерзких,
Но жалости лишённых изначально.

На мрачном корабле пустые трюмы.
Нет шхун уже неделю встречным курсом.
Но вот раздался клич: готовься к бою.
все по местам и всё привычно завертелось.

перевод под EDM:

The Pirates

[Intro]
(Dark atmospheric pad, low rumbling bass, distant thunder FX)
On the grim ship, the holds are empty, hollow and cold,
No schooners in a week — the sea’s been quiet, dark and old.
The pirates sit inside their cabins, hearts are heavy, spirits low,
Their bellies growl like thunder, echoing the winds that blow.

[Verse 1]
A week without a prize, without a single sail in sight,
The ocean stretches empty, stealing all the light.
They’ve waited in the silence, counting every wasted hour,
But now the call is coming — the storm is turning into power.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Rising arp, snare roll, tension building)
Then the cry rings out across the decks: “Prepare for battle, stand your ground!”
The fire leaps inside their veins, the heat is pounding all around.
Their eyes go sharp, their spirit wakes, the thrill is burning in their chest,
This is the moment they were born for — this wild, untamed, hungry rest.

[Chorus]
Pirate soul is waking up, the sea is calling out its name,
Tremble, shake, beware the tide — you’re not among this brotherhood’s flame.
We are the Devil’s children, born from salt and fury’s breath,
Our hearts and deeds belong to him — we answer only to his wrath.
Feel the rush, feel the fire, feel the thunder in our stride,
We were made for chaos, forged in storms that never died.

[Verse 2]
He took the outlaw’s nature, cast it like a mold so deep,
And breathed a part of himself into these men who dare to keep
That reckless, bold, and fearless fire — a force that breaks the waves apart,
With no room left for pity, no space for mercy in their hearts.
Strong and wild, defiant, bold — they own the edge of every blade,
No kindness in their shadows, no mercy ever made.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, ambient textures, vocal reverb, glitch FX)
No pity ever written in the story of their hands,
Just the wind, the salt, the roar of waves, the burning of the land.
They wear the sea like armor, they ride the tempest like a crown,
Forever bound to darkness, forever chasing what goes down.
There’s no redemption waiting, no gentle shore to call their own,
Only the hunt, the battle cry, the sea that feeds their hungry bone.

(Drop: full beat returns, heavy bass, supersaw lead, sidechain pumping)

[Chorus]
Pirate soul is waking up, the sea is calling out its name,
Tremble, shake, beware the tide — you’re not among this brotherhood’s flame.
We are the Devil’s children, born from salt and fury’s breath,
Our hearts and deeds belong to him — we answer only to his wrath.
Feel the rush, feel the fire, feel the thunder in our stride,
We were made for chaos, forged in storms that never died.

[Verse 3]
On the grim ship, the holds are empty — but that won’t last for long,
No schooners in a week, but now the hunt is on, the game is strong.
Then the cry rings out again: “Prepare for battle — take your place!”
Everything falls into its rhythm, the familiar storm resumes its chase.
All hands on deck, the world is spinning, the wheel is turning once again,
The sea remembers every soul, the madness starts and never ends.

[Outro]
Empty holds and empty days — they’re just the calm before the war,
Now the thunder’s in their blood, the sea is opening its door.
Pirate soul, wild and free, rides the lightning in its wake,
Never looking back, never slowing down — the tempest is their fate.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop): “pirate soul… pirate soul…”