Bb    Eb   Cm   F   Bb   Eb   -   F 
 (2.parte) 
  Bb    Eb   Cm   F   Bb   Eb   F   Bb 
 
        Gm 
  We've paid in hell since Moscow burned 
     Bb 
  As cossacks tear us piece by piece 
      F 
  Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues 
         Eb 
  Though death would be a sweet release 
          Gm 
  And our grande armee is dressed in rags 
    Bb 
  A frozen starving beggar band 
       F 
  Like rats we steal each others scraps 
  Eb               F              -         Bb 
  Fall to fighting hand to hand 
  Eb                              Bb                 Gm 
  Save my soul from evil Lord and heal this soldiers heart 
       Bb               Cm                Eb 
  I'll trust in thee to keep me Lord, I'm done   with Bona (to beginning) 
 
  Coda 
  | : Bb      Eb   Cm   F   Bb   Eb   - 
  | : -parte 

                                        | 1,2,3  |   | 4 
   F   Bb   Eb   Cm   F   Bb   Eb   F   Bb       Bb