★ Verse 1 ★ I know of a tavern not far from here Where you can get some mighty fine beer The company's true and the wenches are pretty It's the greatest damn place in the whole of the city If you're looking for crewmates, you'll sure find 'em there Cutthroats and lowlifes and worse I should dare Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn It's a den of debauchery, violence and sin
★ Chorus ★ So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fеars will be gone 'til tomorrow We'll havе no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's Harbour Cafe
So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's Harbour Cafe
★ Verse 2 ★ If you're looking to go on a glorious quest There's a man there who knows of an old treasure chest For some pieces of eight, an' a tankard of ale He'll show ye the map and tell ye it's tale And then there's Nancy, the lovely barmaiden She may be old but her beauty ain't fadin' Ol' Nancy don't care who comes to her inn It's a den of debauchery, violence and sin ★ Chorus ★ So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's Harbour Cafe
So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's Harbour Cafe
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★ Chorus ★ So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's Harbour Cafe
So come take a drink and drown your sorrows And all of our fears will be gone 'til tomorrow We'll have no regrets and live for the day In Nancy's Harbour Cafe
The Desert - Fix Bayonets! Tonight the march is long Towards destiny I am the hope of the Motherland On a cold October day Face the War Machine It is my first and final stand Not a step
The Desert - Зов из глубин {Стих 1} Море спит и на дне его сплю мёртвым сном Вечный страх твой как лодка пылает огнём В пучине волн с губ слетает: Прости и прощай Что оставлю я берег свой и наш
The Desert - Nancy the Tavern Wench {Verse 1} I know of a tavern not far from here Where you can get some mighty fine beer The company's true and the wenches are pretty It's the greatest damn place