作词 : Charlie Green/Charles Green
Son of Corsica, born apart
The glory of France, seared on my heart
Though my 51 years seem short to you...
My time was not mine...
And there's nothing we can do
Tuscan nobility Thrust from my home
Made my legacy Built my own throne
Freedom financial, fearsome fighters
Lighting the flame of my empire
Victory, dominion, til Waterloo...
The old guard defeated...
There's nothing we can do
There's nothing...
There's nothing...
Brought peace to the masses No sovereighty
My will made them fortune, My code bound them to me
Exile and infamy were what I was due
My kingdom An island...
And there's nothing we can do
My return to power was very short-lived...
The captors called but my wife never did...
A glorious homecoming but a cut-short coup...
Defeated, I retreated...
There's nothing we can do
There's nothing...
There's nothing...
There's nothing...
There's nothing...
I died in St Helena forsaken by friends...
Let history judge my worth in the end
From an unmarked grave To a glorious tomb...
My story has ended...
There's nothing we can do
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