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 me
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/dire_straits/brothers_in_arms.html ]
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed all your suffering
As the battle 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
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 on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
There is never any good reason for a brother to desert a brother. Even in the most intense battles - friends are friends and should never even consider desertion of another. It sickens me to think that in america people have such superficial relaationships that they desert each other over the simpliest things. People can't even stay married because of their lack of loyalty. Sad but true!
by Unregistered on Jan 17th 2012 2:54 am
War will not bring any good result to any state... It stresses its resources and diverts attention of its peoples, from productivity to idleness and only creates deep wounds of conflict among countries... Thus, no country has ever benefited from a protracted war. The supreme art of war therefore, is to subdue the enemy without necessarily waging a war. Suntzu in his book, the art of war... Lets treasure life.
by Unregistered on Oct 17th 2011 3:22 am
I love the song we play it on my fathers funiorol we houden van dit nummer net zo als mijn vader deed we hebben het zelfs op zijn begravenis gedraaid en ik luister er nog elke dag naar dan voel ik hem dicht bij me
by Unregistered on Sep 26th 2011 12:31 pm
The last lines say it all. We shouldn't make war on our brothers in arms just on civilans.
This is a great anti-war song, written from the view point of a dying combatant. He tells his comrade's that someday they will return home and no longer wish to be soldier's. He praises them for their courage, and for not leaving him alone to die. With the insight of a dying man, he then tells them that war is foolish.