Brothers

Stood in the field

And echoed a thunder

Dream of a hill

And valleys of gold

Summer of stream

And crystal-like fountain

A flower of joy

Free from the burden

Of man-made in toil

The sorrowful sight of

Brothers in mourning

Bathed in a garden

Of greenfield and plenty

Cleansed of a sin

And ready to call

The angel of woman

Divine in her reign

A flower of joy

Free from the burden

So sick and so old

The sorrowful sight of

Brothers in mourning

Brother watch over me, guard me day by day

Brother watch over me, your strength my need to fight

Alive and so sure

I'm ready to answer

Already a man

And steady in stand

I'm already there, I'm already there

Give me a lance

I'm ready to answer

The sorrowful sight

Of brothers in mourning

Brothers in mourning

Brother watch over me

Guard me day by day

Brother watch over me

Your strength my need to fight