Клип Iron Maiden – The Trooper

Знаменитый клип Iron Maiden - «Десантник» вышел в 1983 году. Эта песня основана на стихотворении Альфреда Теннисона «Атака легкой бригады» («Атака легкой бригадТекст песни: You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back The bugle sounds the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horse's breath As I plunge on into certain death [Refrain:] Oooh... 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 [Refrain:] Oooh... 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 takes 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 [Refrain:] Oooh... You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too. You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through, So, when you're waiting for the next attack, You'd better stand, there's no turning back. The bugle sounds, and the charge begins, But on this battlefield no one wins. The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath, As I plunge on into 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. You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too. You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through, So, when you're waiting for the next attack, You'd better stand, there's no turning back. The bugle sounds, and the charge begins, But on this battlefield no one wins. The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath, As I plunge on into 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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