Con alrededor de 300.000 muertes, la Batalla del Somme se considera uno de los conflictos más sangrientos y mortíferos de la Primera Guerra Mundial y de la historia de la humanidad. La batalla, que se libró entre las fuerzas británicas y francesas contra las fuerzas alemanas, comenzó el 1 de julio de 1916 y finalizó el 18 de noviembre de ese mismo año.
Sixteen years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
And the day’s not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier.
Cuando leo historias con tantas muertes de por medio siempre me surge el recuerdo del esfuerzo y sudor que requiere criar un hijo durante años hasta la edad adulta.
Y un simple día se termina todo con una bala en el pecho.
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Con Sabaton te gusta el metal y aprendes historia.
#3 Es una banda que no consigo que me entre, me pasa lo mismo con los conocidos Ghost; y mira que lo sigo intentando.
Calentito viene este video, justo lo estaba escuchando de antes.
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Emocionante y triste a partes iguales
Letra
Sixteen years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Was a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
And the day’s not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier.
Saludos
Cuando leo historias con tantas muertes de por medio siempre me surge el recuerdo del esfuerzo y sudor que requiere criar un hijo durante años hasta la edad adulta.
Y un simple día se termina todo con una bala en el pecho.
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