Folkets vind - Cornelis Vreeswijk

Nu vldtas mitt folk igen.

Oss drnka I blod vill dom.

Dom talar om friheten

Med svarta handen bakom.

Dom skingrar allt folk som boss,

Barn utan mor och far.

Dom tnker ptvinga oss

Korset som Jesus bar.

n dljer dom all sin skam.

Dom dljer den bakom lag.

Men mordet ska bryta fram

Och visa sitt rtta jag.

Och mnga tusen mn Ska offra sitt liv fare mord.

Och blodet ska strmma igen

Och gdsla vare goda jord.

Jag vill ha ett riktigt liv

Med mina barn och syskon

Och rekonstruera vren

Som ligger dare och frblder.

Mig skrmmer ni inte alls,

Ni elndets herremn!

Berva oss hoppets stjrna!

Den ska nog bli vare igen!

Bls, folkets vindar, bls!

Bls ter!

Och n en gng!

Ni sprnger mitt hjrtas ls Och fyller min mun med sng.

n sjunger han, er poet,

S lnge min mun kan andas

Och nda till evighet

Hans aska med er ska blandas.

Now my people are being overthrown again.

They want to drown us in blood.

They talk about freedom

With black hand behind.

They disperse all the people like a boss,

Children without a mother and father.

They think to force us

The cross that Jesus carried.

n they share all their shame.

They share it behind the scenes.

But the murder will break out

And show your true self.

And many thousands of men Will sacrifice their lives to murder.

And the blood will flow again

And gdsla be good soil.

I want to have a real life

With my children and siblings

And reconstruct the vren

Which lies dare and froblder.

You don't scare me at all,

Ye lords of fire!

Give us the star of hope!

It will probably become a thing again!

Bl, the winds of the people, bl!

Pg ter!

And once again!

You open my heart and fill my mouth with song.

n sings he, ye poet,

As long as my mouth can breathe

And nda to eternity

His ashes with yours shall be mingled.