Jungle Book Page #4
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Boy in did,... didn't I tell you the
first time I saw him, he was a witch
I saw him with my own eyes
change in something to a black panther
Come on Buldeo, no tricks now
If you try to cheat us
will change in something
worst for I swear to you
Get on Bagheera stop the quarrel
The boy turn into a black panther before my eyes
He is a witch, I tell you
I must warm the village
and soon find out
Come Shere Khan look at Buldeo
the mighty hunter
What I have done
get some braches for a fire
Remember he must have a chance to confess
Buldeo you are hearing,
bring here the boy
Well boy, which sort of devil you are,
you hear them, they are ready
One last choice, the secrets
or the fire
Buldeo, Buldeo, let me talk to him
Let me talk to him
Good, you talk to him
I will leave alone
He wont tell I think
we have to burn him
Then, we would never find the treasure
Will burn it but not now,
The boy will lead us to the lost city first
Natu, my little son,
why won't you tell them the secret
I'll never take them into the jungle
They will set you free,
free to live with me.
Live with you,
And these two things
fights together in me
Like the streams fights
together in the spring
I was a wolf,
The jungle cast me out
I am a man, the men picks me out
But you kill Shere Khan
you can go back to the jungle
Ah, you can be lord of the jungle
I have nowhere to go
but into the red flower, the fire
But it does not matter
The jungle will know from Bagheera
that I have kill Shere Khan
No, the jungle will know from you Mowgli
See here is your tooth
Mother
Watch, watch, watch
See them,
She's rescue him
Are you also too dam to see it
Of course, he escapes and then
we follow to the treasure
Thats right
You two go to the edge of the jungle
Wait there and mark his trail
Go
Your time is up
There is the mother witch who free him
Get's her
No, wait, wait
Messua is no witch
But Buldeo is a bad
Tie both of them,
until I return
Buldeo, he enter by this tree,
He never suspect it why let him escape
See
There is his trail
I'm freighting
There's nothing to be afraid of
We have our guns
Lets go, he can't be very far away
Listen brothers, I have planted
tracks for them to keep this villains
They will be here soon
Quiet green brother
this is not our kill
I will be the Maharaja
I will be the priest of all the temples
I will have all the barbershops
Lets look for the treasure
You look over there
Look, I found it
I found it
He found it
Come on he found it, he found it
Wait for me, wait for me
he found it
Wait for me, Buldeo
I found it
I have the right of the first choice.
Right, right, you deserve it, he goes first
Shoot, Shoot.
Don't shoot, don't shoot
Shoot, shoot,
no, no don't shoot
Pull me up, pull me up
You miss him
One, two, three,....a million
all the rubies in the world
Where is my royal turban
They're all pure gold
And they're all mine
I shall walk upon gold,
I shall eat upon gold.
I should use gold for a cabinet
Give it to me, give it to me
Its mine, give it to me
I have the first right,..... no its mine
the old cobra was right
First they go mad
Don't forget Buldeo thats to the one,
I want that ruby
Again its mine
Let go.
Miserable you Barber, it belong to my ropes
It belongs to me
We lost our reason, are we children
There is not enough for three,
three hundreds, three thousands
Will be the most powerful men in all India
Here
I can buy thousand of rubies
like this with my share
Buldeo, you are wise and good
You save my life,
you kill the cobra
You are my friend
Stop quarreling loads up, up
We have to get up before night fall
We have to get out of here now
Thieves, vultures, get out of the jungle,
get out
Did I hear what I heard
That fur ball talk with the voice of the boy
Yes, the voice talk with the voice of the panther
This place is bewitch
This is the way
Where is the rock, it was here
How do we cross now
We get more it trough
Wait, are crocodiles in this river
What are you waiting for
They are heading back to the lost city
Buldeo is right, lets go
Now I shall see if father Cobras
spoke the true
If the thing is Death,
this men will die.
You saw it I only want to look at the route
He tray, ...he tray to kill me
I had to do it Buldeo. I had to do it
Naturally,
You must were witness,
you must were witness, Buldeo
Quiet, crying brother
He tray to kill me Buldeo
You must were witness
I had to kill him
I had to kill him Buldeo
Did I hear someone call
Now white brother there is only one
Bagheera, white brother, chasing out of the jungle
Send him home
Wolf, panther, any beast you will
I'm not afraid of you,
Change, change
Scream, you witch of the forest
I'll burn the witch Messua,
and I'll come back with a hundred strong
And jet fire to your jungle,
when the east wind blow.
I'll burn you all
burn you all
Hati, dawn us the village of the men beck that cast me out
Their ideals senseless and cruel,
they do not kill the weaker for food
But for sport
The fool faith that would throw
their own bridge to the red flower
This such a heavy, is not wealth
that the men beck live here anymore
Kill them why, what good
Shall send the jungle in upon them
I'll give the village back to the wild gold fire
They will burn us both
why are you frightened Durga
Why did you defend me
It is I who brought him into the world
He is my son
I Mistress... Go, save yourself Durga
No Mistress, if we must leave this world tonight
It is written that I should go with you
Buldeo is here, look
Buldeo
Where is the Pundit, where is the Barber
Dead, both dead
killed by the wolf boy
But I know how to deal with him
I'll burn, burn it all
We are lost if the wind turns
The jungle is burning, hurry up Hati
Mowgli, where is my mother
What have you done with her
Buldeo left her in a house.
they wouldn't allow me take her
They say she is a witch and
the fire will take her
The same fire will take them
They are frightened Mowgli
Lead them Majala to the little island
in the middle of the stream
Where we saw the elephants Mowgli
Yes. the fire can't catch you there,
hurry the wind is shifting
Hati push, Hati push, push
I knew you'll come
You'll be safe among them now
But you my son come with us
Not while one little cub is in danger
Now go
Go on Hati, go on, go on
Come on Bagheera
Go on Hati, go on
Mowgli
Come back with us, at last
I am of the jungle, their lair is my lair
Their trail, is my trail
their fight, is my fight
Ahai, is no longer my son
He's the Godling of the woods
So I didn't have my revenge after all
I became no Maharaja
of the mighty city
Even the little village burned to the ground
In my struggle with the jungle
as you see my lords I was beatten
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