Don't grab someone else's waist
Breaking out of the hands of his girlfriends,
Remember how to the shores of Australia
The late Cook was sailing.
Like sitting in a circle under azaleas
Eat from dawn to dawn
Spruce in this sunny Australia
To each other, evil savages.
But why did the natives eat Cook,
For which, it’s unclear, science is silent,
It seems to me a very simple thing -
They wanted to eat and ate Cook.
There is an option that their leader is Big Buka,
Shouted that a delicious cook on a Cook vessel,
The error came out, that's what science is silent about,
They wanted coca, and ate Cook.
And there was no catch or trick at all,
Entered without knocking, almost without sound,
Launched bamboo batons,
The bale is right in the crown, and there is no Cook.
But there is, however, still an assumption,
That Cook was eaten out of great respect,
That the sorcerer, the sly and the cruel, insisted on everyone,
Ata guys, grab Cook.
Who will eat it without salt and without onions,
He will be strong, bold, kind, like Cook,
Someone’s arm caught a stone,
Threw, the viper, and no Cook.
And savages now wring their hands
Lances break and bows break
Burned and threw batons from bamboo,
Experiencing that they ate Cook.