The Great One-handed Brag Lyrics - Cutting Crew

Eede 

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