La canzone del bambino nel vento [Auschwitz] [English translation]

I am dead, along with hundreds

I am dead, I was a boy:

passing through the chimney

and now I'm in the wind.

In Auschwitz there was snow:

the smoke slowly rose,

on a cold winter day

and now I'm in the wind.

In Auschwitz - so many people

but (there's) only a great silence;

it's strange: I'm still unable

to smile here in the wind.

I wonder, how man could

kill one of his own,

yet we are millions

made ashes here in the wind.

And still the cannon thunders

and still it's not content,

from blood - the human beast

and still the wind brings us here.

I wonder when will it be

that man will learn

to live without killing,

and the wind will settle...

I wonder when will it be

that man will learn

to live without killing,

and the wind will settle...

And the wind will settle...