What are you listening to right now?

French is not a beautiful language. House of the Winds – Pirates of the Caribbean Where the cotton of clouds licks the gold of the sand, Flocks of white sails – that is the port, and behind it, the land. There, the wild cry of a peacock flows like the song of a nightingale, But this wondrous continent, neither you nor I will see. For it is a haven for people – our path there is forbidden, For those who, against their will, were sent on a journey to the bottom. And I would give my life for the azure fabric of the sky, But a tattered sail, a black flag, and death circles around us. Rise, rise, a salty wall, With the wind and the cries of seagulls behind us. Hey, crew, follow me, The land greets us again! The fog has cleared, a boarding is inevitable. Hey, be brave! Captain, their ship will be ours! A merchant flag on the stern, the holds are filled with wine. Johnny! Sid, prepare the charge, we will send them to the bottom! Rise, rise, a salty wall, With the wind and the cries of seagulls behind us. Hey, crew, follow me, The land greets us again!