September
31 October 2008
When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do; I took my gun and vanished...
I have changed my name so often, I've 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 the garret, then the soldiers came; she died without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening but I must go on; the frontiers are my prison.
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing, freedom soon will come; then we'll come from the shadows.
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