Текст песни knopfler mark - Done With Bonaparte
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(M. Knopfler)We`ve paid in hell since Moscow burnedAs Cossacks tear us piece by pieceOur dead are strewn a hundred leaguesThough death would be a sweet releaseAnd our grande arme is dressed in ragsA frozen starving beggar bandLike rats we steal each other`s scrapsFall to fighting hand to handSave my soul from evil, LordAnd heal this soldier`s heartI`ll trust in thee to keep me, LordI`m done with BonaparteWhat dreams he made for us to dreamSpanish skies, Egyptian sandsThe world was ours, we marched uponOur little Corporal`s commandAnd I lost an eye at AusterlitzThe sabre slash yet gives me painMy one true love awaits me stillThe flower of the aquitaineSave my soul from evil, LordAnd heal this soldier`s heartI`ll trust in thee to keep me, LordI`m done with BonaparteI pray for her who prays for meA safe return to my belle FranceWe prayed these wars would end all warsIn war we know is no romanceAnd I pray our child will never seeA little Corporal againPoint toward a foreign shoreCaptivate the hearts of menSave my soul from evil, LordAnd heal this soldier`s heartI`ll trust in thee to keep me, LordI`m done with Bonaparte