| 作词 : Павел Пнин | |
| 作曲 : Павел Пнин | |
| Knock! Knock! | |
| Here’s another door | |
| Grab the hammer | |
| Become the mighty Thor | |
| Smash the latch | |
| Crush! Crush! | |
| Look, a deep dark hatch | |
| Plunge! Plunge! | |
| Rotten stains | |
| Besetting the walls | |
| Round and round | |
| Like a dwelling of moles | |
| Down to the shelter | |
| Where no living sun | |
| Sing this song! | |
| Bang the drum! | |
| Born in the valley | |
| Oh momentary grace | |
| Open that bottle | |
| Chase! Chase! | |
| Slice the leather | |
| Cut! Cut! | |
| Don’t keep time boy | |
| Gut! Gut! | |
| Wine and cheese | |
| Butter and bread | |
| Save your soul | |
| And tats on the neck | |
| Clap your hands | |
| Slam! Slap! | |
| Better keep going | |
| Strap! Strap! | |
| Shriek, screak | |
| Here’s another ship | |
| Three bearded sailors | |
| Gambling with a skip | |
| Take a bet | |
| Hit another one | |
| Drink a little poison | |
| Before you run | |
| What’s on your mind, | |
| My nasty friend? | |
| Garbage and crook? | |
| Then serve to the end | |
| Skin and bone | |
| And eye and nail - | |
| The simple list | |
| Of tears and pain | |
| We sail this morning | |
| For a land | |
| Where every man | |
| Is strong and tanned | |
| And women are beautiful | |
| There is no God | |
| So let the new one come | |
| We go, my lad! | |
| Rusty blades | |
| Seas are full of blood | |
| Salt and water | |
| Scud! Scud! | |
| You can choose your own death | |
| Being on this boat | |
| We sail this morning | |
| From the Underground Port |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| Knock! Knock! | |
| Here' s another door | |
| Grab the hammer | |
| Become the mighty Thor | |
| Smash the latch | |
| Crush! Crush! | |
| Look, a deep dark hatch | |
| Plunge! Plunge! | |
| Rotten stains | |
| Besetting the walls | |
| Round and round | |
| Like a dwelling of moles | |
| Down to the shelter | |
| Where no living sun | |
| Sing this song! | |
| Bang the drum! | |
| Born in the valley | |
| Oh momentary grace | |
| Open that bottle | |
| Chase! Chase! | |
| Slice the leather | |
| Cut! Cut! | |
| Don' t keep time boy | |
| Gut! Gut! | |
| Wine and cheese | |
| Butter and bread | |
| Save your soul | |
| And tats on the neck | |
| Clap your hands | |
| Slam! Slap! | |
| Better keep going | |
| Strap! Strap! | |
| Shriek, screak | |
| Here' s another ship | |
| Three bearded sailors | |
| Gambling with a skip | |
| Take a bet | |
| Hit another one | |
| Drink a little poison | |
| Before you run | |
| What' s on your mind, | |
| My nasty friend? | |
| Garbage and crook? | |
| Then serve to the end | |
| Skin and bone | |
| And eye and nail - | |
| The simple list | |
| Of tears and pain | |
| We sail this morning | |
| For a land | |
| Where every man | |
| Is strong and tanned | |
| And women are beautiful | |
| There is no God | |
| So let the new one come | |
| We go, my lad! | |
| Rusty blades | |
| Seas are full of blood | |
| Salt and water | |
| Scud! Scud! | |
| You can choose your own death | |
| Being on this boat | |
| We sail this morning | |
| From the Underground Port |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| Knock! Knock! | |
| Here' s another door | |
| Grab the hammer | |
| Become the mighty Thor | |
| Smash the latch | |
| Crush! Crush! | |
| Look, a deep dark hatch | |
| Plunge! Plunge! | |
| Rotten stains | |
| Besetting the walls | |
| Round and round | |
| Like a dwelling of moles | |
| Down to the shelter | |
| Where no living sun | |
| Sing this song! | |
| Bang the drum! | |
| Born in the valley | |
| Oh momentary grace | |
| Open that bottle | |
| Chase! Chase! | |
| Slice the leather | |
| Cut! Cut! | |
| Don' t keep time boy | |
| Gut! Gut! | |
| Wine and cheese | |
| Butter and bread | |
| Save your soul | |
| And tats on the neck | |
| Clap your hands | |
| Slam! Slap! | |
| Better keep going | |
| Strap! Strap! | |
| Shriek, screak | |
| Here' s another ship | |
| Three bearded sailors | |
| Gambling with a skip | |
| Take a bet | |
| Hit another one | |
| Drink a little poison | |
| Before you run | |
| What' s on your mind, | |
| My nasty friend? | |
| Garbage and crook? | |
| Then serve to the end | |
| Skin and bone | |
| And eye and nail - | |
| The simple list | |
| Of tears and pain | |
| We sail this morning | |
| For a land | |
| Where every man | |
| Is strong and tanned | |
| And women are beautiful | |
| There is no God | |
| So let the new one come | |
| We go, my lad! | |
| Rusty blades | |
| Seas are full of blood | |
| Salt and water | |
| Scud! Scud! | |
| You can choose your own death | |
| Being on this boat | |
| We sail this morning | |
| From the Underground Port |
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