Lyrics and translation Joel Alme - The Spell Of Brothers

The Spell Of Brothers

I remember
When your dad was falling down
I should have told you
To be smart
To never follow him to the ground
But then he died
On that cold heart sunday morning
The bells were shining
But they never made a sound
You wished you told him
That all those things that fell through his hands then
That you could have given them back
To him
I remember
When you were bleeding out the lines
I should have told you
That your dad still was cold as ice
But then you died and a warm bright sunday morning
The bells were shining and they played for everyone
I wish I told you that all those things that fell through your hands then
That I could have given them back to
Back to you.
Back to you.
Oh back to.
That I could have given them back to you.

Le Sort des Frères

Je me souviens
Quand ton père est tombé
J'aurais dû te dire
D'être malin
De ne jamais le suivre jusqu'au fond
Mais il est mort
Ce dimanche matin au cœur froid
Les cloches brillaient
Mais elles n'ont jamais fait de bruit
Tu as souhaité lui dire
Que toutes ces choses qui lui sont échappées des mains alors
Que tu aurais pu les lui rendre
À lui
Je me souviens
Quand tu saignais des lignes
J'aurais dû te dire
Que ton père était toujours aussi froid que la glace
Mais tu es mort et un dimanche matin lumineux et chaud
Les cloches brillaient et elles jouaient pour tout le monde
J'aurais aimé te dire que toutes ces choses qui te sont échappées des mains alors
Que j'aurais pu les rendre
À toi.
À toi.
Oh à toi.
Que j'aurais pu te les rendre.