We've received offers,
courts and a whole new thing.
Are we there to ever see the glow of light
fill the rainbow on the front?
We, the pirates, have nothing but the air
We fight, that's what we know
We were born to conquer
We write our story in the waves of the air
We bring courage in our hearts And the glow of gold in our eyes
We are lovers of the air From the stairs,
the clouds and the beautiful sky
Gold is a bottle of rum
And prostitutes are more beautiful
We,
the pirates, have nothing but the air We fight,
that's what we know
We were born to conquer We write our story in the waves of the air
We are lovers of the air From the stairs,
the clouds and the beautiful sky
Gold is a bottle of rum
And prostitutes are more beautiful
We are lovers of the air From the stairs,
the clouds and the beautiful sky
Gold is a bottle of rum And prostitutes are more beautiful
We are lovers of the air
From the stairs,
the clouds and the beautiful sky Gold
is a bottle of rum And prostitutes are more beautiful
We are lovers of the air From the stairs,
the clouds and the beautiful sky
Gold is a bottle of rum And prostitutes are more beautiful
We are lovers of the air
From the stairs,
the clouds and the beautiful sky
Gold is a bottle of rum And prostitutes are more beautiful