Вершы: Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers. Contraband.

Anything you want, that you don't need

La cocaina, las armas, or the weed

Como Villa, como Zapata, como Guevara, como yo

I am Capitan of my own ship!

Soy un pangero!



I provide a little seen, little known, ma & pa, homegrown service to society

I got your spice at a very fine price, now?

Choose your variety



No radar, no runnin' lights, no radio

The torches blinking on the shore tell when to come and where to go

And I don't believe in the satellite, computer, GPS

My faith is the horizon?

My compass, my best guess



You name the time, you name the place, you name the contraband

I will be there dark of night or light of day

I guarantee delivery by air, by sea or land

That's how I make a lot of easy money, baby?

The hard way?



Despite the bribes I pay, my trade receives official censure

"But it's not just a job," as the gringos say, no "It's an adventure!"



For every night I have run, I prefer the moon to the sun

For every fight I have won, I prefer the knife to the gun

And any bridge I never burned, I never crossed

And every fight I never picked, I never lost

We got a wild blue yonder, wild frontier

Ain't we got the makings of a fine, fine career!



Shore to shore the sea I run 200 kilometers wide

Keep your eyes peeled, head down, hand steady; throttle ready to run?nowhere to hide

The machete, the silence and the darkness are my friends

Yeah I know I gotta a date with Fate, I know not where or when?