C   I live with beautiful ghosts of glory

E  That feed my dreams

F  Just ´like that, my brother, I think you will come back

H  They were young, yes, very young

I   To march at the rythm of the  dancing drums but think about that, it is like a better drink

D When the ambition of others,

D like a stake , is stuck in your future, i try to see you laugh 

A   And i only hear the thunder of war
E  I know that my town will be rebon from ruins
D  and that day, my beautiful brother,

C The smell of morning coffee

A will be as smooth as it was before