Black Flags

We touched the grass
Since so much-much time has passed,
And over us
Rising tantalizing black flags!
And for you it's not a good sign:
Suddenly to see crooked smiles
On faces, covered with salt of thousand miles.

O-o-o-o!
Rising tantalizing black flags!
O-o-o-o! Rising tantalizing!

And again we'll steal away
With first trembling morning ray.
What calls us to wend our way?
Rising tantalizing black flags!
Doesn't matter how we play our games,
Doesn't matter how we reach our aims,
But the winds of North for sure remember our names!
Black Flags!
O-o-o-o!
Rising tantalizing black flags!
O-o-o-o!