Текст песни Александр Шейнис - Остров Сокровищ

tied with the black
The right eye and the soul,
Our schooner agile,
On the move is good.
Without the shelter and shelter
We seas pets.
Waiting for us to Treasure Island
Three hundred thousand devils!

This voice I dream
Night after night all,
Like a white bird,
"Hispaniola" floats.
All the strong wind from the south,
The rag tearing the sails!
I still Jung
The song is sung is not all!

A mug of rum at his brother -
It is necessary to drink to the end.
And fifteen pirates
In Dead Man's Chest!
That's a black mark
On the palm of my hand -
I believe in loyalty to the wind,
The validity of the seas.

I'll close by bullets
The heart of his friend,
Treasure Island only
Do not get them!
So trenchant, wind from the south,
Our joy is close!
I still Jung.
The gray hair at the temples.