Текст песни: Treasure Island + перевод

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins,

to tell everybody the whole tale about the 'Island',

Flint’s treasure and Mr. Silver.

Keeping nothing back but its position and that only,

because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet.

I personally think we would never have begun this adventure

and set course with the 'Hispaniola', if we had known

what would happen and that some of us would never return,

having lost their lives. Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams

and brings me the worst nightmares I ever had.

That’s when I hear the cries of the fallen,

the waves pounding the rocks on the coast and Captain Flint’s

raw voice screaming: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Hahahah!'.

And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to 'Treasure Island'!!!

Mr. Bones is fighting 'Black Dog'

He want to split him to the chine

'Blind Pew' the bringer of the spot

Horse-hooves trampling his spine

We have the map to start our trip

The 'Squire' has the ship and the sailors

'Long John' is the man with the grip

No one knows he will raid us The yell of the slain

The waves on the rocks

Captain Flint’s raising hell

He’s calling my name

To drive me insane

Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally

'Long John' is spreading his law

Hatching a death bringing plot

I show up in a council of war

What I heard in the barrel from this toad

The yell of the slain

The waves on the rocks

Captain Flint’s raising hell

He’s calling my name

To drive me insane

But I’ll never return to Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally

We see the land, shining sand

But it can be our grave

I jump the boat, overload

Trying to be too brave

Burning sun, find 'Ben Gunn'

Assassins claim the ship

I cut the rope, I try to cope

To free it from 'Hand's' grip

Bulling row, cannon law

The jolly-boats last trip

Killing tried, stockade fight

'Silver's' villains quit

Abandonment, to 'Silver's' hand

A cunning pack is made

Trick or treat, make scoundrels

Bleed, their dullness will be paid

I stumble to the stockade

The sweat drips form my brow

No one keeps a lockout, oh no!

The rabble owns it now

'Silver' tries to shield me The 'Black spot' comes again

He throws the map onto the ground

He plays a tricky game

Pickaxe, rope and shovel

The dead-man marks the way

No chest, no gold, no silver

2 guineas is their pay

Musket cracks like thunder

The blood is running red

'Ben Gunn' kept the treasure

From beginning to end

When we put back to the sea

'Silver's' chains are doubly tight

'Long John' and his counterfeit key

Sidle away through the night

The yell of the slain

The waves on the rocks

Captain Flint’s raising hell

He’s calling my name

To drive me insane

But I’ll never return to Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally

Treasure Island

Where the brave fell

A one-legged devil

From the pit of hell

A greedy demon on his treasury

Cursed the island, oh, eternally

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