(Jean-Jacques Goldman/Michael Jones)

Now who cares of the color, where you came from before?
What you thought of each other doesn't count anymore
There's a logical reason, something strong has occured
Brings a new change of season, first encounter is ignored

Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother

For what ever the glory, is there a real prophet's call?
Can we still change the story in the backs of the war?
Do you know who's your brother? It's a straw you can't pull
Can you trust in each other for the wheel to be full?

Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother
Brother, Brother, Brother

I know it can't be right sometimes out in the street
You can't give up the fight, there can be no retreat
I know that there at night, you'll be happy to meet
Someone to watch your back when the going gets rough

Brother, Brother

I know it can't be right sometimes out in the street
You can't give up the fight, there can be no retreat
I know that there at night, you'll be happy to meet
Someone to watch your back when the going gets rough

Brother, Brother, Brother.