Esther Ofarim - Song Of The French Partisan - Текст песни

When they poured across the border

I was cautioned to surrender,

this I could not do;

I took my gun and vanished.


An old woman gave us shelter,

kept us hidden in the garret,

then the soldiers came;

she died without a whisper.


Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,

through the graves the wind is blowing,

freedom soon will come;

then we'll come from the shadows.


There were three of us this morning

I'm the only one this evening

still I must go on;

the frontiers are my prison.


I have changed my name so often,

I've lost my wife and children

but I have many friends,

and some of them are with me.


Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,

through the graves the wind is blowing,

freedom soon will come;

then we'll come from the shadows.


Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,

through the graves the wind is blowing,

freedom soon will come;

then we'll come from the shadows