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You are My Brother
An accomplished hero
His soul submitted to God
While he is satisfied
You are My Brother
An accomplished hero
His soul submitted to God
While he is satisfied
My brother, a body whose wounds are the land
As the granules of dew
The radiance was revealed from a frontier who smiled to the decree
You are my brother
He left to a world on the outskirts of space, he left
Brilliantly, with greatness, blushful, and he left
These are the seasons of our wounds and the wounds are the pulse of our weapons
And from it victory was generated, and from it victory was generated
The seasons of our blood is here, the spring of civilisation and sacrifice
You remain and we remain its match as a plot against supporters of death
These are the seasons of our wounds and the wounds are the pulse of our weapons
And from it victory was generated, and from it victory was generated
The seasons of our blood is here, the spring of civilisation and sacrifice
You remain and we remain its match as a plot against supporters of death