When men live on love
There will be no more misery
And the good times will begin
But we will be dead, my brother
When the men will live by love
It will be peace on earth
The soldiers will be troubadours
But we will have died, my brother
In the great chain of life
Where we had to go
Where we had to be
We will have had the bad part
When men live on love
There will be no will have more misery
And the good days will begin
But we will be dead, my brother
But when men live on love
Let it not there will be more misery
Perhaps one day they will think
of us who will be dead, my brother
We who will have bad days
In the hatred and then into war
Sought peace, sought love
That they will then know my brother
In the great chain of life
For there to be a better time
There always need to be a few losers
Wisdom here on earth is the price
When men will live on love
There will be no more misery
And the good times will begin
But we will be dead, my brother

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