Letra de The Great One-Handed Brag

And though the fires are burning under the pillars of learning i hear the wind is still howling "go home" and looking out of your window you see a brave new tomorrow and no one is standing in your way when everyting is done the war is never won he's standing all alone the russian winds blow cold his story must be told the great one-handed brag through all the bodies decaying you come up smelling of roses you take the final decision to carry on you think of sweet josephine back home where fields were green and no sweat, no blood, no stench, no mortal coil. when everything is done the war is never won he's standing all alone the russian winds blow cold his story must be told the great one-handed brag (verse en francais) [ Roughly translates as: In colorful blue On the big oceans I hear the wind blow Telling me It's the retreat ] oh and the boys are all in retreat you'd better wise up and face defeat and half a million men lie dying when everyting is done the war is never won he's standing all alone the russian winds blow cold the story must be told the great one-handed brag