They poured across the border, we were cautioned to surrender, this I could not do.
Into the hills I vanished, no one ever asked me who I am or where I'm going.
But those of you who know, you cover up my footprints.
I have changed my name so often, I have lost my wife and children, but I have many friends, and some of them are with me.
An old woman gave us shelter, kept us hidden in a garret, and then the soldiers came, she died without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning, and I'm the only one this evening, still I must go on.
The frontiers are my prison.
Ah, the winds, the winds are blowing, through the graves the winds are blowing.
Freedom soon will come, then we'll come from the shadows.
The frontiers are my prison.
Ah, the winds, the winds are blowing, through the graves the winds are blowing.
Freedom soon will come, then we'll come from the shadows.