You’ll take my life but I’ll take yours too
You’ll fire you musket but I’ll run you through
So when your waiting for the next attack
You’d better stand there’s no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won’t live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight
When a russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body’s numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
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]Cuentan que lo primero que pidió el Papa Benedicto cuando visitó Turquía el 2006 fue que lo llevaran al estadio Ataturk"¿Por qué quiere visitar el estadio, Su Santidad?", le preguntaron. Sin inmutarse, el Sumo Ponmtífice respondió:
"Porque quiero conocer el lugar donde ocurrió el Milagro de Estambu
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