Текст песни Running Wild - Treasure Island

"Treasure Island"

Squire Trelawney and Dr. Livesey
Ask me, Jim Hawkins,
Tell everyone what I know about the "island",
Treasures of Flint and Mr. Silver.
And also about the location of the treasure.
Because most of the treasure has not been dug up yet.

I personally think that we would never go
In this journey, and would not indicate the course "Hispaniola"
If they knew what was going to happen and that some of us
They can not return, leaving their lives there.
Sometimes everything that happens happens in a dream
And pursues the most terrible nightmare.
And then I hear the screams of the dead,
Strikes of waves on the rock and the hoarse voice of Flint.
"Piastres! Piastres! Oh-ho-ho!"
I will tell you more.
On one cable I can not be tightened there
Back to this "Treasure Island" !!!!!!!

Mr. Bones fought the "Black Dog".
He even smashed his cheekbone.
"Blind Pugh", the carrier of the label.
With hoofs of horses his spine is broken.
Now we had a map to start the journey.
Squire found a ship and sailors.
"Lanky John" - a man does not miss.
True, no one knows when he will attack us.

Screams of the dead.
Waves on rocks.
Yes! Captain Flint made a mess.
He calls me,
He drives me crazy
An island of treasure where the brave fell.
One-legged devil
From the hellish pit.
An avid demon in his treasure.
Cursed this island forever.

"Lonely John" claims his rights
Thinking of conspiracy and death.
I exposed the military council
Hearing them sitting in a barrel.

We saw the earth. Dazzling sand.
But perhaps all this will become a grave to us.
I jump out of the boat, trying to seem very brave.
Palette the sun. Found "Ben Gang".
Mercenaries require a ship.
I cut the rope and try to free myself
From the grasp of "Hands".

Four-hungry yalas. The last trip.
Baptism of fire. Battle of the palisade.
Villain Silver retreats.
But in the hands of Silver
Weaving the most cunning knots.
Tricks and tricks in the hands of a scoundrel.

I wiggle through the stockade.
I stumble, and sweat streams from my forehead.
But why is not it locked here?
The gang took over this place.
Silver tries to protect me.
The "black mark" reappears.
He throws the card to the ground.
He plays tricky games!

Pick, rope and spade.
The dead man will point the way.
But neither gold nor silver.
Not even a chest.
Only two guineas in reward.
The muskets crackled like thunder.
The blood poured down the river.
"Ben Gan" has hidden the treasure.

When we returned to the sea
Silver was fastened tightly ..
But a fake key under the cover of night
He helped me go quietly to Lonely John.

Screams of the dead.
Waves on rocks.
Yes! Captain Flint made a mess.
He calls me,
He drives me crazy.
An island of treasure where the brave fell.
One-legged devil
From the hellish pit.
An avid demon in his treasure.
Cursed this island forever.