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Текст песни Running Wild - Treasure Island

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Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, to telleverybody the whole tale about the "Island",Flint`s treasure and Mr. Silver. Keeping nothing back but its positionand 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 setcourse with the "Hispaniola",if we knew 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 worstnightmares I ever had,That`s when I hear the cries of the fallen, the waves pounding the rockson the coast and Captain Flint`s raw voice screaming:"Pieces of eight !, Pieces of eight ! Hahaha!"And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to"Treasure Island" !!!Mr. Bones is fighting "black Dog"He wants to split him to the chine"Blind Pew" the bringer of the spotHorse-hooves trampling his shineWe have the map to start our tripThe "Squire" has the ship and the sailors"Long John" is the man with the gripNo one knows he will raid usThe yell of the slain, the waves on the rocksCaptain Flint`s raising hellHe`s calling my name to drive me insaneBut I`ll never return toTreasure Island where the brave fellA one-legged devil from the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternally"Long John" is spreading his lawHatching a death bringing plotI show up in a conceal of warWhat I heard in the barrel from this toadThe yell of the slain, the waves on the rocksCaptain Flint`s raising hellHe`s calling my name to drive me insaneBut I`ll never return toTreasure Island where the brave fellA one-legged devil from the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternallyWe see the land, shining sand, but it can be our graveI jump the boat, overload, trying to be braveBurning sun, find "Ben Gunn", assassins claim the shipI cut the rope, I try to cope to free it from "Hand`s" GripPulling row, cannon law, the jolly-boats last tripKilling tried, stockade fight, "Silver`s" villains quitAbandonment, to "Silver`s" hand, a cunning pact is madeTrick or treat, make scoundrels bleed, their dullness will be paid[Solo]I stumble to the stockade, the sweat drips from my browNo one keeps a lookout, oh no! the rabble owns it now"Silver" tries to shield me, the "Black spot" comes againHe throws the map onto the ground, he plays a tricky gamePickax, rope and shovel, the dead-man marks the wayNo chest, no gold, no silver, 2 Guineas is their payMusket cracks like thunder, the blood is running red"Ben Gunn" kept the treasure, from beginning to the end[Solo]When we put back to the sea "Silver`s" chains are doubly tight"Long John" and his counterfeit key Sidle away into the nightThe yell of the slain, the waves on the rocksCaptain Flint`s raising hellHe`s calling my name to drive me insaneBut I`ll never return toTreasure Island where the brave fellA one-legged devil from the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternallyTreasure Island where the brave fellA one-legged devil from the pit of hellA greedy demon on his treasuryCursed the island, oh, eternally

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