It stays a secret why
rainy ears are full of water
It stays a secret lie
that everybody caught her
For it can't be you
if it is a three-legged view
Yes, I miss him too but
He's not gone with the Spanish flu
I thought we see the same
But nobody else is in the room
just another ghost-old game
And another European doom
If I never see you again
If the sea is hidden under Spain
It is like a fake Twain
It is like nobody's pain
(2x)
Brothers in arms,
no daughter at home
no home for daughters
I will be there in 1815
And just call me now
With your wet, unasked lips
And just tell me how
There should grow leafes
around your hips
And just ask me now
wherever I do not come from
And just in the snow
there will be no children crying
(Until end)
Brothers in arms,
no daughter at home
no home for daughters
I will be there in 1815
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