I died with a hundred others,
I died when I was a child,
passed through the chimney,
and now I’m in the wind.
And now I’m in the wind.
There was snow in Auschwitz,
the smoke was rising slowly
in the cold winter day.
And now I’m in the wind.
And now I’m in the wind.
In Auschwitz, so many people,
but a single great silence.
It’s weird, I still can’t
smile, here in the wind.
Smile, here in the wind.
I ask: how can a man
kill his brother?
Yet, there are millions of us
turned to dust, here in the wind.
Turned to dust, here in the wind.
The cannon is still thundering,
and the human beast
is not satisfied with blood yet.
And the wind still carries us.
And the wind still carries us.
I ask: when will it be
that man will be able to learn
to live without killing,
and the wind will settle down?
And the wind will settle down.
I ask: when will it be
that man will be able to learn
to live without killing,
and the wind will settle down?
And the wind will settle down.