TITANIC

Author: "Nautilus Pompilius" and Vyacheslav Butusov, 1993.


The secret maps told me the route.
They told me the water was deep.
Oh, Captain! I came here to say
Farewell, farewell to you and your ship.
I went down to the hold, I had there a talk
To the rats' Chief-Of-Staff. He will try
To lead his army ashore
At the nearest post
And not to leave them to die.

On upper deck, the orchestra's playing,
The couples are dancing foxtrot.
A steward pours the fire into glasses
And watches an ice turning hot.
He watches these dancers who completely forgot
Death would be the end of this tale.

	But nobody wants to think about that,
	As soon as "Titanic" does sail.
	Nobody wants to think about that,
	As far, as far as "Titanic" will sail.

The sailors have sold the main screw
To the natives; the price was a shame.
And the judge and the priest argue all night
To find out who is to blame.
And the judge says no one obeys any law,
And the priest says no one loves.
But the lightnings flash, and it becomes clear --
There's blood on their white gloves.

	But nobody wants to think about that,
	As far as "Titanic" will sail.
	Nobody wants to think about that,
	As soon, as soon as "Titanic" does sail.

The sharks just follow the stern,
Their meal will be held under moon.
Oh, Captain! The sharks are aware
We'll all hit the bottom soon.
A great wall ahead, a cold Arctic ice --
To survive we will surely fail.

	But nobody wants to think about that,
	As soon as "Titanic" does sail.
	Nobody wants to think about that,
	As far, as far as "Titanic" will sail.

	Nobody wants to think about that,
	As far as "Titanic" will sail.
	Nobody wants to think about that,
	As soon, as soon as "Titanic" does sail.


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M.M.  March 1998

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