Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:

Vocals
Alto Sax

Choir
Synth Strings 2

Guitar I
Overdriven Guitar

Guitar II
Overdriven Guitar

Bass
Acoustic Bass

Keys I
Drums

Keys II
Drums

Keys III
Pad 3 (polysynth]

Percussion
Drums
Текст
Hear them whis-per, voi-ces from the ot-her side Hear them cal-ling For-mer foes, now friends, are res-ting side by side They will ne-ver leave our harts or fade a-way Live for-ev-er They were far too young to die in such a way! How ma-ny was-ted lives? How ma-ny dreams did fade a-way? Bro-ken pro-mi-ses, they won't be co-ming home Oh, mot-hers wipe your tears, your sons will rest a mil-lion years Found their peace at last as foe turn to friend and for-give and they knew they'd die Gal-li-po-li! Left their let-ters in the sand Such waste of life Gal-li-po-li! Dreams of free-dom turn to dust Hell is wai-ting where the o-cean meets the sand Cliffs of bur-den where the sol-diers rushed in-to a cer-tain death! At the shore-line blood of he-roes stains the land Light a can-dle, one for each of them who fought and died in vain! There is no e-ne-my, there is no vic-to-ry, on-ly boys who lost their lives in the sand Young men were sac-ri-ficed, the names are carved in stone and kept a-live And for-e-ver we will ho-nour the me-mory of them and they knew they'd die Gal-li-po-li! Left their let-ters in the sand Such waste of life Gal-li-po-li! Dreams of free-dom turn to dust How ma-ny was-ted lives? How ma-ny dreams did fade a-way? Bro-ken pro-mi-ses, they won't be co-ming home Oh, mot-hers wipe your tears, your sons will rest a mil-lion years Found their peace at last as foe turn to friend and for-give and they knew they'd die Gal-li-po-li! Left their let-ters in the sand Such waste of life Gal-li-po-li! Dreams of free-dom turn to dust