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 yearn to be brothers in arms.
Through these fields of destruction, baptisms of fire,
I've witnessed 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.
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, moon 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
We are fools to make war on our brothers in arms.
*Der Text, den der Uploader mitgeliefert hat, enthält leider einige Hör- und Verständnisfehler; eine korrekte Fassung gibt es (wie so oft ;-) nur hier auf meinen Schlagerseiten.