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Treasure Island
Музыка: Rolf Kasparek
Текст: Rolf Kasparek

is based on novel by Robert Louis Stevenson
[В основу песни положен одноименный роман Роберта Льюиса Стивенсона]
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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!!!

(INTRO + THEME)

Mr.Bones is fighting Black Dog.
He wants to split him to the chine.
Blind Pew - the bringer of the spot.
Horse-hooves trampling his spine, yeah.

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.

PRECHORUS:
The yell of the slain.
The waves on the rocks.
Captain Flint's raising hell.
He's calling my name
to drive me insane.
CHORUS:
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, yeah.

(THEME)

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.

PRECHORUS:
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
CHORUS:
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.

(THEME)

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

(SOLO)

Pulling row, cannon law.
The jolly-boat's 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.

(SOLO)
(THEME)

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.

(THEME)

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 the end.

(THEME + SOLO + THEME)

When we put back to the sea
Silver's chains are doubly tight.
Long John and his counterfeit key
sidle away into the night.

PRECHORUS:
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

CHORUS (2x):
Treasure Island,
where the brave fell.
A one-legged devil
from the pit of hell.
A greedy demon o

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