I have so many brothers
That I can’t even count them
In the valley, at the mountain
In the pampas, and at sea
Each dealing with his life
Each with his own dream
Their hope lying ahead
And their memories behind
I have so many brothers
That I can’t even count them
They’re warm handed persons
Because of that thing called friendship
With a prayer to pray for
With a chant to cry
With an open horizon
That is always further ahead
And with the strength needed to push forward
With life-force and will
For when it seems that it’s closer
It’s when it’s moving further away
I have so many brothers
That I can’t even count them
And thus we keep on going
Tanned by our loneliness
And we carry our dead in us
So that no one is left behind
And thus we recognize each other
By our lost gaze
By the verses we bite
Which are seeds for immensity
And thus we keep on going
Tanned by our loneliness
And we carry our dead in us
So that no one is left behind
I have so many brothers
That I can’t even count them
And a most beautiful fiancée
Who is called freedom