another Friendship Day.... कुछ दोस्तों से वैसे मरासिम नहीं रहे

...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.

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.