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Brothers, by Dean Brody


Fue su single de debut en el mercado norteamericano en 2008 y en él trata el concepto de amor franternal, que es algo atípico en este tipo de canciones.
Es una balada de medio tiempo en la que el narrador cuenta la relación con su hermano, que es soldado y debe abandonar el hogar para ir a la guerra. Sentimientos y pensamientos que unen a dos hermanos, experiencias y lazos especiales que los mantienen unidos más allá del tiempo y la distancia. Una canción intensamente emocional.
“Hermanos”, un concepto que encierra un universo y que entienden bien los hermanos que pasan por estas circunstancias.

Dean Brody – Brothers

Lyrics:
The house was like a tomb.
I was hiding in my room.
As my brother made his way on down the hall.

I didn’t want to say goodbye.
And I was trying to deny there was a war,
And that he got the call.

I watched him from my window
Walking down the drive.
Then I ran down the stairway
Through the front door and I cried

You come back you hear?
And I let him see my tears
I said I’ll give you my rookie of DiMaggio.
I’ll do anything you want,
Clean your room, or wash your car.
I’ll do anything so long as you don’t go.
But he said, this is what brothers are for.

Well I have my heroes,
But the one I love the most
Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat.
And I wrote him every night,
I said I miss our pillow fights,
But lately I just wonder where you’re at.

Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live.
When it takes things from you that you don’t want to give.

I said you come back you hear?
I miss you being near.
Laugh and fish down in the maple grove

I’ll do anything you want.
There must be someone I can call,
And just maybe they would let you come back home.
But he wrote, this is what brothers are for.

I may never have to face the anger of those guns,
Or lie cold and wounded in my blood,
Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost
For him to love me that much.

Well, it had been two years,
And I held back my tears
When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore.

And as I ran and held him tight,
That’s when he looked me in the eye
And said I’m sorry that you have to push me home.
And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.




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