Cutting Crew - Brag Lyrics






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 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

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

In colorful blue
Sur les grands océans
J'entends le vent souffler me dire
C'est la retraite

Oh
And the boys are all in retreat
You'd better wise up and face defeat
And half a million men lie dying

When everything 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





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  1. R.... L....

    Great lyrics.. wow.

  2. p.... ....

    Lyrics please ....

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    LYRICS:
    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 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
    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
    In colorful blue
    Sur les grands océans J'entends le vent souffler me dire C'est la retraite
    ("On the big oceans I hear the wind blow tell me It's "retirement" or "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 everything 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

    p.... ....

    @Robin Lull thank you. But one second here. I speak french and the tiny portion of french lyrics in this song never get translated correctly on the internet (starting with In Coloeful blue...). The french word are the translation of "And though the fires are burning, under the pillars of science, I hear the winds that howls me, Go home... " My best transltion would of it would be : "Et quand les feux brûlent, sous les colonnes de sciences, j'entends le vent souffler me dire, c'est la retraite !" Let's go out there on Internet and correct the lyrics of this gem song, once for good !