1.
ata binmiș bir askerin, dünyada ata binmiș ve binen askerlerle bir hissettiğini anlattığı bir șarkıdır. sözleri;
ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through
well ı's with custer and the 7th in ‘76 or ‘77
scalped at little big horn by the sioux
and the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation
this ı know ‘cause ı was ridin' with them too
and ı drank mare's blood on the run when ı rode with the great khan
on the frozen mongol steppe while at his height
and ı's a white guard, ı's a red guard, ı's the tzar's own palace horse guard
when romanov was murdered in the night
and ı knew saladin and rode his swift arabians
harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
and yet ı rode the percheron against the circling saracen
and once again against myself was cast
well ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through
well ı've worn the mounties' crimson, if you're silent and you'll listen
you'll know that it was with them that ı stood
when mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
gunned down in scarlet, cold as blood
well, ı's the 'firstest with the mostest' when ı fought for bedford forrest,
suffered general wilson's union raid
and mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die
at crimea with the charging light brigade
on hire from swiss or sweden, be me christian, be me heathen
the devil to the sabre ı shall put
with a crack flanking maneuver, ı'm an uhlan alles uber
striking terror into regiment of foot
well ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through
well, ı knew my days were numbered when o'er the trenches lumbered
more modern machinations de la guerre
no match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
with a final rear guard action ı retreat
no match for barbered wire or the armored engine's whine
reluctant, ı retire and take my leave
today ı ride with special forces on those wily afghan horses
dostum's northern alliance give their thanks
and no matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
that we may see a swelling in our ranks
well, ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
ı'm a horse soldier, eternal, through and through
ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through
well ı's with custer and the 7th in ‘76 or ‘77
scalped at little big horn by the sioux
and the tears and devastation of a once proud warrior nation
this ı know ‘cause ı was ridin' with them too
and ı drank mare's blood on the run when ı rode with the great khan
on the frozen mongol steppe while at his height
and ı's a white guard, ı's a red guard, ı's the tzar's own palace horse guard
when romanov was murdered in the night
and ı knew saladin and rode his swift arabians
harassing doomed crusaders on their heavy drafts
and yet ı rode the percheron against the circling saracen
and once again against myself was cast
well ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through
well ı've worn the mounties' crimson, if you're silent and you'll listen
you'll know that it was with them that ı stood
when mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen died
gunned down in scarlet, cold as blood
well, ı's the 'firstest with the mostest' when ı fought for bedford forrest,
suffered general wilson's union raid
and mine was not to reason why, mine was but to do or die
at crimea with the charging light brigade
on hire from swiss or sweden, be me christian, be me heathen
the devil to the sabre ı shall put
with a crack flanking maneuver, ı'm an uhlan alles uber
striking terror into regiment of foot
well ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless through and through
well, ı knew my days were numbered when o'er the trenches lumbered
more modern machinations de la guerre
no match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the sky
with a final rear guard action ı retreat
no match for barbered wire or the armored engine's whine
reluctant, ı retire and take my leave
today ı ride with special forces on those wily afghan horses
dostum's northern alliance give their thanks
and no matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to me
that we may see a swelling in our ranks
well, ı'm a hussar, ı'm a hun, ı'm a wretched englishman
routing bonaparte at waterloo
ı'm a dragoon on a dun, ı'm a cossack on the run
ı'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through
ı'm a horse soldier, eternal, through and through
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