Proud,
To survive in difficult times
I am fighting against windmills on an island
That circles the earth and I roll like a stone
Strong,
I want to feel strong in my dreams
Keep me straight in the day dawning
Within these limits it imposes on me
Basically I'm missing something ...
A brother, a friend
Who will protect me when trouble
Who will share everything, if I cry, if I laugh
Always there to understand me
Always there to defend myself
A brother, a friend
I still have so many beautiful things to know
And I feel that the pages fly through my head
Vanilla ice cream and Indian tipis
I would have for them come back
A brother, a friend
He shall be my memory if I forget
He will make me believe strongly if I fled
Let the stars spin if they want
I'll never be alone
A brother, a friend
Who will raise his glass with me to the galleys (troubles)
Who will prevent me from become old or bitter
A friend in this world
Will seem the route more shortest
Finally someone who can understand me
Dragging life, pacing shots together
When all others seek to forget me
I throw,
He, a friend who would like a brother
Who never let me back there
Never throw the first stone
Nor the last ...
A brother, a friend
Never judge me whatever one says
Who'd give my trust, my shirt
Even if he has to go one day
He will remain forever
My brother, a friend
My brother, a friend
My brother, a friend