At Auschwitz there was snow,
smoke, slow saliva, in the cold winter day
And now I'm in the wind, and now I'm in the wind.
At Auschwitz many people but only one great silence,
It's weird. I still can't smile in the wind.
Smile in the wind.
I ask,
as man can,
Killing his brother,
yet we are millions,
in powder form,
Here in the wind.
Dust, here in the wind!
Still, he thunders the cannon and is still not happy,
of blood, the human beast,
And again, the wind brings us.
And again, the wind brings us.
I'll ask when.
that man can learn,
living without killing,
and the wind will stand.
And the wind will rest.
