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Folgend die Songs aus “Fluch der Karibik”:

YO HO (A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME)
Lyrics by Xavier Atencio and music by George Bruns

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Und die (längst nicht so gute) deutsche Übersetzung:

Yo-ho, yo-ho Piraten haben’s gut

Wir plĂĽndern und rauben und stehlen
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Entführen, zerstören ohne Problem
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Yo-ho, yo-ho Piraten haben’s gut

Wir sacken kräftig Schätze ein
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

BetrĂĽgen und legen jeden herein
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Yo-ho, yo-ho Piraten haben’s gut

Wir setzen Städte und Schiffe in Brand
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Brennen sie nieder, lassen nichts ĂĽber
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Ein jeder von uns ist ein schmutziger Dieb
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Doch trotzdem hat uns’re Mama uns lieb
Trinkt aus, Piraten Yo-ho

Yo-ho, yo-ho Piraten haben’s gut

HOIST THE COLOURS

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho,
thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her Bones.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will we'll roam.

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.

Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
– with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green!

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave...
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay head the squall
and turn your sail toward home!

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.