Dire Straits - Brothers In Arms - 1985 ( На опустошённых полях сражений, крещённые огнём в жестоких битвах, страдая от ран, страшась смерти, вы не предали меня, мои Братья По Оружию... ) | Текст песни

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These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day 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 battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

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