[Verse 1]
Son of Corsica, born apart
The glory of France seared on my heart
Though my fifty-one years seem short to you
My time was not mine and there's nothing we can do
[Pre-Chorus]
Tuscan nobility thrust from my home
Made my own 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
[Chorus]
There's nothing
There’s nothing
[Verse 2]
Brought peace to the masses, no sovereignty
My will made thеir fortune, my code bound them to mе
Exile and infamy were what I was due
My kingdom, an island, there's nothing we can do
[Pre-Chorus]
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
Son of Corsica, born apart
The glory of France seared on my heart
Though my fifty-one years seem short to you
My time was not mine and there's nothing we can do
[Pre-Chorus]
Tuscan nobility thrust from my home
Made my own 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
[Chorus]
There's nothing
There’s nothing
[Verse 2]
Brought peace to the masses, no sovereignty
My will made thеir fortune, my code bound them to mе
Exile and infamy were what I was due
My kingdom, an island, there's nothing we can do
[Pre-Chorus]
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
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