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 brand new tomorrow
And no one standing in your way....

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....

Though 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...

(Verse en Francais)

Oh...
And the boys are all in retreat
You'd better wise up and face defeat
And half a million men lie dying....

When everything is done, the war is never won
He's standing all alone
The Russian winds blow cold
The story must be told
Of the Great One-Handed
Brag....