* The­se mist cove­r­ed moun­tains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the low­lands
And always will be
Some­day you'll return to
Your val­leys and your farms
And you'll no lon­ger burn to be
Bro­thers in arms

Through the­se fields of dest­ruc­tion
Bap­tisms of fire
I've wit­nessed your suf­fe­ring
As the batt­le raged hig­her
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My bro­thers in arms

There's so many dif­fe­rent worlds
So many dif­fe­rent suns
And we have just one world
But we live in dif­fe­rent ones
Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you fare­well
Every man has to die

But it's writ­ten in the star­light
And every line in your palm
We are fools to make war
On our bro­thers in arms

Song­wri­ter: Mark Knopf­ler
Song­text von Bro­thers in Arms © Uni­ver­sal Music Publi­shing Group

[volu­me on "medi­um high", plea­se]

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