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 Through
Can't get no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues, oh yeah
All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles Prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars
I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching session Now they say I am a war criminal and
I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man We are the chosen, we're the partisan alright The cause it is noble and the cause it is just We are ready
Baby I see this world has made you sad Some people can be bad The things they do, the things they say But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears I'll
all 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
Пераклад: Dire Straits. Браты па зброі.
Пераклад: Dire Straits. Сабрат па зброі.
: Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and
: All the late night bargains have been struck Between the satin beaus and their belles And prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes
: Baby I see this world has made you sad Some people can be bad The things they do, the things they say But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears I'
