Work Text:
We, the union of workers - Chinese spies and bread eaters
We, the workers of Brussels and Mexico, lay down your weapons, firearms, firearms
Long live the revolution on the Moon, long live the revolution that crushes down fascism
Long live the fighting nation of Vietnam
And the walls "lay down your weapons, no weapons for the people" will fall
Comrades, if you conquer, remember that "liberation" is an action
And the fight has no end
If life is a fight
Toys, accessories - woman in a headscarf or the target of an American gun
No respect for the crime flag
If we are their crime
They'll kill us and say: now you are martyrs
So they pray to us, the workers' union
And to Franco and to Hitler - you can never have too many prayers
We, the union of workers and peasants and simple seamstresses
Lay down your weapons, your life is an enough resistance
We don't want your resistance
We, the workers' union
A cabaret of conspirators, a nation you stick to
Firearms, firearms
You can shoot now
We, the union of workers and contemporary culture
We, the workers' union
Lice that feed on Nazis
And our powerlessness is their meal
And the flag: "Democracy, Freedom, Homeland, our white, Aryan God!"
People!, they shout, all this blood's wasted!
As i fall