The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Corsair" (Korsar) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

For four years our corsair roamed the sea.

Through battles and storms, our flag did not fade,

We learned to mend our sails

And plug the holes in our ship with our bodies.

A squadron chases us closely,

The sea is calm, and we cannot avoid the encounter,

But our captain calmly said to us:

"It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet."

Now the flagship frigate turned sideways,

And the left side was painted with smoke.

A return volley, by eye and at random,

In the distance, fire and death, luck is with us.

We were picking ourselves up from the worst of scrapes,

But the wind is bad, and there are leaks in the hold,

And the captain sends us his usual signal:

"It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet."

Whoever wants to live, whoever is cheerful, whoever is not decaying -

Prepare your hands for hand-to-hand combat!

And let the rats leave the ship -

They interfere with the reckless fight.

And the rats thought, "Why the hell not?"

And stupidly jumped, fleeing from the grapeshot,

And we went board-to-board with the frigate.

It's not evening yet, it's not evening yet.

Face to face, knives to knives, eye to eye,

So as not to become prey to sharks or crabs,

Some with pistols, some with daggers, some in tears,

We were abandoning the sinking ship.

But no! They won't send it to the bottom!

The ocean will help, taking it on its shoulders,

For the ocean is on our side.

And the captain was right - it's not evening yet!

Четыре года рыскал в море наш корсар.

В боях и штормах не поблекло наше знамя,

Мы научились штопать паруса

И затыкать пробоины телами.

За нами гонится эскадра по пятам,

На море штиль, и не избегнуть встречи,

Но нам сказал спокойно капитан:

"Ещё не вечер, ещё не вечер"

Вот развернулся боком флагманский фрегат,

И левый борт окрасился дымами.

Ответный залп на глаз и наугад,

Вдали пожар и смерть, удача - с нами.

Из худших выбирались передряг,

Но с ветром худо, и в трюме течи,

А капитан нам шлёт привычный знак:

"Ещё не вечер, ещё не вечер"

Кто хочет жить, кто весел, кто не тля -

Готовьте ваши руки к рукопашной!

А крысы пусть уходят с корабля -

Они мешают схватке бесшабашной.

И крысы думали: " А чем не шутит чёрт?"

И тупо прыгали, спасаясь от картечи,

А мы с фрегатом становились борт-а-борт.

Ещё не вечер, ещё не вечер.

Лицо в лицо, ножи в ножи, глаза в глаза,

Чтоб не достаться спрутам или крабам,

Кто с кольтом, кто с кинжалом, кто в слезах,

Мы покидали тонущий корабль.

Но нет! Им не послать его на дно!

Поможет океан, взвалив на плечи,

Ведь океан-то с нами заодно.

И прав был капитан - ещё не вечер!

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Vladimir Vysotsky's song "The Corsair" tells a story of courage, resilience, and the will to live, even when facing seemingly insurmountable odds.

For four years, the corsair and his crew have sailed the seas, facing dangers and hardships. The scars of battles and storms are etched not only on the sails of their ship, but also on their souls. They have learned to survive, to defy fate itself.

But now, a new threat emerges – an enemy squadron. The overwhelming force of the adversary leaves no chance of survival in open combat. Yet, the captain, embodying an unyielding spirit and unwavering faith in victory, reassures his crew: "It's not yet evening, it's not yet evening." These words become the leitmotif of the song, a symbol of hope, a call to fight to the end.

The battle is inevitable. The enemy flagship opens fire. But the corsairs do not surrender, responding to the attack. Each shot is not just resistance, it is a defense of their right to live.

Despite heavy losses, gaping holes in the hull, and exhaustion, the captain repeats again and again: "It's not yet evening, it's not yet evening," instilling confidence in his crew. He calls for a decisive battle, a fight to the death.

At this moment, cowardice and faintheartedness retreat. "Rats" – those who are not ready to fight – abandon the ship. Those who remain are brothers in arms, ready to defend their freedom to their last breath.

The climax of the song is the boarding. The corsairs meet the enemy face to face. This is no longer just a battle; it is a struggle for the right to live, where there is no place for fear.

Even as the ship begins to sink, hope does not abandon the heroes. They believe that the ocean, the element with which they have linked their lives, will not let them perish. And, as if confirming the captain's words, the song ends: "And the captain was right – it's not yet evening!"