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The Olympics of evil, the youth games
cerebral illegalism, amnesty of poverty
all citizens run, like so many spermatozoa
the national lottery: a dream that never dies.
The barby of meat arrives, bowls outside and miniskirt
She says I don't live with anyone, try again on Wednesday.
40 hours a week, diving prolongs life
and the worker at the tavern, kills another Friday.
They dig all night, they are our heroes
with shovels and picks, they march towards the quarry
while the legislator who is a good person
to find the pension he goes through our pains.
10 cm upon arrival, inside the cave who knows what is there
workers' sweat, from the dawn of humanity
but the siren speaks clearly, the police are about to arrive
all that remains is to run away in your underwear, the night will hide us.
Better to stay under the stars, with friends and pischelle
sometimes it's better to lift your heels, and go and sunbathe in chess
rascal workers, they write these songs
from tomorrow if things go badly, we'll go back to starving.
Tomorrow the battle begins, yet another Monday
live only to work, and then hurry up to die
life in twelve stages, for each year that will come
like a lifting of weights, which but it never ends
so those who have the money spend their whole lives counting
and we who have nothing, spend our whole lives singing.
Thieves with gloves yellow, they are relatives to jackals
farmers and bricklayers, they are brothers to miners
until the last shot, if they fight with rhymes
with shovels and picks, flags and bolts.
Tomorrow the battle begins, against this rogue state
and you cannot win points...second out!