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