I died with another hundred,
I died when I was a child,
passed through the chimney
And now I am in the wind.
And now I am in the wind.
In Auschwitz there was snow,
the smoke rose slowly
in a cold winter day
And now I am in the wind.
And now I am in the wind.
In Auschwitz so many people
but one great silence.
It's strange, I still can not
to smile here in the wind.
To smile here in the wind
I ask: how can a man
kill his brother?
Yet we are millions
in dust here in the wind.
In dust here in the wind.
Still the cannon thunders,
and still is not pleased
with the blood the human beast
and still the wind brings us.
And still the wind brings us.
I ask: when it will be
thatman can learn
to live without killing
and the wind shall rest?
And the wind shall rest.
I ask: when it will be
thatman can learn
to live without killing
and the wind shall rest?
And the wind shall rest.