Auschwitz [English translation]

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.

• Artist:Francesco Guccini