These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my 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 these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched 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's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
这曲经典的音乐,冷色调的氛围中拨奏出清疏高远的声音,不同凡响,一反常态在于沉静的旋律,疏落的音符中,往往充斥着一丝静谧的弱拍.....乐队灵魂Mark Knophler的吉他,从容不迫,在慢奏之中轻轻一拨,一个极富穿透力的乐音,就这样掷向无尽的宇宙,就这样营造出一种寂天寞地的怅然幽绪,不是诡异阴冷,而是冷得深邃,直击人心!时至今日,Brothers in arms于fans如我,依然心驰神往.....也许,就像Mark Knophler所说的,普通人往往有着高出想象的品位......