Hey! Ho! The sea don’t sleep! Dance, you devils, the water’s deep! Barrel o’ rum, a cracked old drum, Violin cries and the moon goes dumb. We sold our souls for a bottle of flame, Now the Black Sea sings our name! Gipsies in the Black Sea, laughing at the tide, Drunk on thunder, nowhere left to hide. Spinning, shouting, horns and hell, If the sea’s our grave, we dance as well! Boots on deck, the storm’s our bride, A mad old priest with his arms spread wide. A goat, a fiddle, a cannon’s boom — We toast the world and its doom! “Drink to the wind! To the fire! To the end!” Gipsies in the Black Sea, lost and found, The sea’s our stage, the world’s our sound! When the ship goes down, don’t you pray — Just laugh and play and fade away! And the waves still hum our song… somewhere beneath the dawn.
