Текст песни Стальной алхимик - Не плачь, не печалься, старший брат

Forgive me, little brother!
I before you blame.
Trying to return impossible
What took the land.
Who knows the law of Being,
It would help me to find the answer.
I was very mistaken:
No cure for death.
My dear mother! Gentle!
We loved you so much.
But all our strength
They were wasted.
I tempted you
Wonderful hope
To regain our family hearth.
My brother, I am to blame.

Do not cry, do not be sad, big brother!
You're not the one to blame.
The road we have one,
Atone to the bottom.
I do not blame you,
And I'm not offended at all.
Hard is our sin
I want to be the strongest of all.
My dear mother! Gentle!
We loved you so much.
But all our strength
They were wasted.
I was tempted
Wonderful hope
To regain our family hearth.
I myself was to blame.
But what do we do, how to be?
How to fix it, remember?
Trying to return is impossible,
What took the land.