How many roads will a man take
and when he be able to stop?
How many seas will a seagull have to cross
before coming to a rest?
When will all the people of the world gain back
their freedom forever?
There is no answer, or perhaps, who knows,
it is blowing in the wind.
When a wave comes from the sea
which mountains can it splash?
How many times a man will have to fight,
knowing that it is useless to hate?
And then how many people will have to die—
why have so many of us died?
There is no answer, or perhaps, who knows,
it is blowing in the wind.
How many roads will a man take
and when he be able to stop?
How many seas will a seagull have to cross
before coming to a rest?
When will all the people of the world gain back
their freedom forever?
There is no answer, or perhaps, who knows,
it is blowing in the wind—
blowing in the wind—
blowing in the wind—
blowing in the wind—
blowing in the wind…