A Wind Blows Through Me

My brothers and sisters had fought an enormous war
The Great Patriotic conflict took lives, left wounded
Future left in ruins, oh we'd begun hungry and poor
An ideological clash, a worth of the systems disputed
Years in camps, for fighting when others surrendered
Our sacrifices for our lands wouldn't be remembered
As our old lives are now left far behind, we struggle
Labors and hunger, a wind blows through me
The rest of our wretched lives, waking up screaming
Forever after hungry, forever after cold, fearful

So many of us had suffered, so many had died
None of us ever wondered if it is was worth it
We only wondered if we would reach home
If our families were safe and whole
And if we'd ever reach an end to this journey
For we had been gone very long
And the thought of home was worthy