paroles de chanson Brothers in Arms - Style Project

These mist covered mountains
Are home now for me
But my home was 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 watched all your suffering
As the battle raged high

And though it 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're fools to make war on
Our brothers in arms