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In the port of Cape Town

The 'Jeanette' with a hole in her side
Had to fix the rigging in the port of Cape Town.
Just before departing on a long journey
The crew was released ashore.
The sailors are walking slouched, joining the streets.
The breeze is caressing their new flared trousers.
They are heading to a place where they could easily
Get themselves both women and wine.
 
Same night another ship in the glare of her searchlights
Broke into the port.
Fourteen French sailors left the ship,
And debarked at the port.
Their gaits were like boats rocking in the sea.
Along the way they have come across the 'Kate' tavern!
They have reached the place where they could easily
Get themselves both women and wine.
 
When they came to that restaurant and saw the English,
The French were just furious!
They took out their cutlasses and forgot the Naval Charter,
They started fighting like children of satan.
But disputes in Cape Town are always resolved by the Browning. Now the English started shooting!
A great misfortune has come to the place where everyone has no difficulty getting himself both women and wine.
 
...
 
Never again will the fourteen brave seamen
Ascend the deck.
The ships will leave them, silent and alien,
Lights of beacons would not attract them any more...
They would not sail or see harbors any more,
They would not seek pleasures on the shore any more!..
So do not go to places where you can easily
Get yourself both women and wine!..
So do not go to places where you can easily
Get yourself both women and wine!
 

Three white horses

The rivers got cold, and the land got cold
And the houses slightly bristled
In the town it's warm and wet
In the town it's warm and wet
And in the countryside it's winter, winter, winter
 
And they're carrying me away, and they're carrying me away
Into the ringing snowy distance
Three white horses, oh, three white horses
December, January, and February
 
And they're carrying me away, and they're carrying me away
Into the ringing snowy distance
Three white horses, oh, three white horses
December, January, and February
 
Winter reveals snowy embraces
And until spring everything will slumber
There's only the spruces in their triangular clothing
There's only the spruces in their triangular clothing
Everyone runs, runs, runs towards me
 
And they're carrying me away, and they're carrying me away
Into the ringing snowy distance
Three white horses, oh, three white horses
December, January, and February
 
And they're carrying me away, and they're carrying me away
Into the ringing snowy distance
Three white horses, oh, three white horses
December, January, and February
 
The rivers got cold, and the land got cold
But I'm not afraid of the frost
In the town I found it gloomy
In the town I found it gloomy
But in the countryside I laugh, I laugh, I laugh
 
And they're carrying me away, and they're carrying me away
Into the ringing snowy distance
Three white horses, oh, three white horses
December, January, and February
 
And they're carrying me away, and they're carrying me away
Into the ringing snowy distance
Three white horses, oh, three white horses
December, January, and February
 
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Evander