I have so many brothers
that I can't count.
In the valley, in the mountain,
in the plains and in the sea.
Each one with their jobs,
their dreams, everyone.
With hope going ahead
with memories going behind.
I have so many brothers
that I can't count.
People with hot hands
for friendship's things,
With a tear to cry
with a prayer to pray.
With an open horizon
that is always beyond.
And with that strength to chase it
with determination and will.
When it seems closer
is when it's farther away.
I have so many brothers
that I can't count.
And so we keep walking
tanned by loneliness.
We get lost in the world,
then we meet again.
And so we recognize ourselves
by the distant look
by the song that we bite,(*)
seeds of immensity.
And so we keep walking
tanned by loneliness.
And, inside us, our deads
for that no one be left behind.
I have so many brothers
that I can't count,
and a very beautiful bride
who is called Freedom!