I died who was a child
I died like so many others
who passed thru a chimney
and now are in the wind
at Auschwitz
there was the snow
and the smoke rose slowly of so many people
but now there's only a great silence
of so many people in the wind
it's strange but still i haven't learned
to smile here in this wind
and i wonder, can man learn to live without killing?
and will this wind ever end?
and still the cannons are sounding
and still, he's not contented
this blood thirst of the human beast
with so many people in the wind
yes, and still the cannons are sounding
yes and still he's not contented
we will be here always, the smoke and the powder
of millions here in this wind