... Amigo ...

BROTHERS IN ARMS
(Dire Straits)

These mist covered montains
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

Though these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've witnessed your suffring
As the battle raged higher
And trough 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 home 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 forewell
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


.... Em memória de Márcio Alex.
.... O que me refresca é saber que você está escrito no Livro da Vida

"Em todo tempo ama o amigo; e na angústia nasce um irmão."
Provérbios 17:17