1914 on Christmas Day On the western front the guns all died away And lying in the mud on bags of sand We heard a German sing from no man's land He had tenor voice so pure and true The words were strange but every note we knew Soaring or the living dead and dammed The German sang of peace from no man's land They left their trenches and we left ours Beneath tin hats smiles bloomed like wild flowers With photos, cigarettes, and tots of wine We built a soldier's truce on the front line Their singer was a lad of twenty one We begged another song before the dawn And sitting in the mud and blood and fear He sang again the song all longed to hear Silent night, no cannons roar A King is born of peace for evermore All's calm, all's bright All brothers hand in hand Its gas and rusty wire in no mans land And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain And we killed them and they killed us again with Bayonet, bomb, bullet gas and flame, and neither we nor they at all to blame. There was heavy fighting right throughout the day, for one nights peace we bloodily did pay, that night they charged we fought them hand to hand And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land Silent night no cannons roar A King is born of peace for evermore All's calm, all's bright All brothers hand in hand And that young soldier sings And the song of peace still rings Though the captains and all the kings Built no man's land Sleep in heavenly peace
Даже спустя 100+лет этот момент в истории войны является знаком. Как две враждующие стороны на короткий период стали друг для друга просто соседями и друзьями которые даже и не думали наставлять оружие. Как жаль что командование армиями всë же заставило их продолжать убивать друг друга.
1914 on Christmas Day
On the western front the guns all died away
And lying in the mud on bags of sand
We heard a German sing from no man's land
He had tenor voice so pure and true
The words were strange but every note we knew
Soaring or the living dead and dammed
The German sang of peace from no man's land
They left their trenches and we left ours
Beneath tin hats smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos, cigarettes, and tots of wine
We built a soldier's truce on the front line
Their singer was a lad of twenty one
We begged another song before the dawn
And sitting in the mud and blood and fear
He sang again the song all longed to hear
Silent night, no cannons roar
A King is born of peace for evermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
Its gas and rusty wire in no mans land
And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
And we killed them and they killed us again
with Bayonet, bomb, bullet gas and flame,
and neither we nor they at all to blame.
There was heavy fighting right throughout the day,
for one nights peace we bloodily did pay,
that night they charged we fought them hand to hand
And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land
Silent night no cannons roar
A King is born of peace for evermore
All's calm, all's bright
All brothers hand in hand
And that young soldier sings
And the song of peace still rings
Though the captains and all the kings
Built no man's land
Sleep in heavenly peace
we shall never forget the Christmas truce.
I like the way how it sounds
😢😢😢😢❤❤❤😊😊😊
Даже спустя 100+лет этот момент в истории войны является знаком. Как две враждующие стороны на короткий период стали друг для друга просто соседями и друзьями которые даже и не думали наставлять оружие. Как жаль что командование армиями всë же заставило их продолжать убивать друг друга.
Oaoooo😢❤1914🎉🇻🇳🇪🇸
Adolf????
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