Because this desing is a disaster. Sevastopol is more suitable City for a bridge like this.
The ships lie before sevastopol's shore,
The nizam fires its cannon, the heavens roar.
The forty saints and seventy come to our aid,
O noble admiral, grant us your leave,
Our fiancées at Home pray for you in peace.
A shattered minaret stands at sevastopol's gate,
The enemy knows not faith, only hate.
The Eren'ler are coming, bringing us grace,
O noble admiral, grant us your leave,
Our fiancées at Home pray for you in peace.
The musalla stone before sevastopol's square,
An arab major dons his sword with golden flair.
If we fall, we're şehit; if we live, we're gazi,
O noble admiral, grant us your leave,
Our fiancées at Home pray for you in peace.