Three variations of the song in the old and, in my opinion, the best film, which was created on the basis of an adventure novel that my hero fell in love with as a child and became the prototype for creating this map for him.
1. Birds are not people - and they do not understand What takes us far. Just a vulture, old vulture vulture Knows what's what in the world. Seen the vulture many times How easily doom finds us, He finds everyone at his own time. Not knowing what awaits us in the distance, Burning our hearts along the way And the vulture seems to be Ants crawl on the rocks. Again, again gold beckons us! Again, again, gold, as always, beckons us! Let him promise a joyful holiday We are God or hell. Only a vulture, old vulture vulture Knows what's what in the world. The vulture sees day by day How do we stop being human? We betray our closest friends. The yellow idol will order us - And rush towards crazy days. And the vulture thinks that the rats They run over the rocks. Again, again gold beckons us! Again, again, gold, as always, beckons us! The vulture is watching us from heaven, To find prey here again. And he will become his prey, In whose heart the yellow demon is dancing. Again, again gold beckons us! Again, again, gold, as always, beckons us!
2.
Old Turkey Buzzard
Old Turkey Buzzard…
Flying, flying high
He’s just awaiting
buzzard’s just awaiting
Wait for something down below to die
Old buzzard knows that he can wait
cause every mother’s son has got a date
a date with fate…
He sees men come, he sees men go
crawling like ants on the rocks below
The men who scheme, the men who dream
and die for gold on the rocks below
Gold gold gold
they just got to have that gold...
Gold gold
They'll do anything for gold
Old Turkey Buzzard
Old Turkey Buzzard…
Flying, flying high
He’s just awaiting
buzzard’s just awaiting
Wait for something down below to die
Old buzzard knows that he can wait
cause every mother’s son has got a date
a date with fate…
He sees men come, he sees men go
crawling like ants on the rocks below
A whiff of gold and off they go
to die like rats on the rocks below
Gold, Gold, Gold,
they'll do anything for gold
Gold, Gold,
gotta have McKenna's gold
For men will come and men will go
crawling like ants on the rocks below
but they can't win, they got to loose their skin
if all they want is that gold and gold
Gold gold gold
just forget about that gold
Gold gold
you can live without that gold
forget that gold
3.
O, viejo buitre
O, viejo buitre
Vuela, vuela alto
Está esperando
Está esperando
Esperando que alguno muera aquí
El sabe que puede esperar
Y ellos ignoran que destino
Que destino correrán
El ve hombres que vienen
El ve hombres que van
El oro de Mackenna queren conseguir
No pueden engañar y si quieren jugar
Por el oro de Mackenna hay que morir
Oro, oro, oro olvídense del
Oro oro oro sin él se puede vivir
Olvídense del oro
I apologize to Ramiro Valdes, but he didn't even come close to understanding the decryption. Unfortunately, he has a lot of conjectures and fantasies.