My Horse

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Angol

My Horse

We were going back from the Crimea
Around us smoke and fire were
I was on stern and all time I missed
And hit in my own horse
It was swimming with pain
Astern
It could believe, could believe
That had to say me goodbye

My friend, my horse
My friend, my horse
My friend, my horse
My friend, my horse

For many time the one grave
Was waiting for us after a battle
Horse was swimming, losing his powers
Trusting in my faithfulness
My striker didn't miss
Water got red
I'll remember forever
Moving away the Crimea bridge

My friend, my horse
My friend, my horse
My friend, my horse
My friend, my horse

Kűldve: ЦойЖив Csütörtök, 09/02/2012 - 16:12
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This song is about one of the Russo-Turkish wars

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