We dream of our daughters
there are clogged farm halls,
they have messy sauces in our hands
and weed cabbages, cabbages to clean.
See gentlemen with ladies on hand,
champagne glasses foaming...
Then the chef's gruff voice echoes:
Nüüd köögipoisid are leaving!
Class Struggle, Class Struggle
Class Struggle, Class Struggle
When the prepared dishes are prepared
to protect his reich
the chef collects his kitchen knives
and à ¶seks hides a safe
Then in the evening: a dirty place,
where vodka is flowing like a quarter,
there is a dispute about who will be the chef,
by the võllo or the guillotine ?
Class struggle, class struggle
class struggle, class struggle
When dawn breaks from the eastern sky,
the gong strikes us again.
Maintenance and sour food
and scoops again.
Your body is awesome all round
from year to year it simmers until soft,
then with your foot - when the tarm comes out -
I throw pots into two pages
Class fight , class struggle
class struggle, class struggle
That dirty laundry mole
doesn't look at you lustfully anymore.
I want everything! Crying doesn't help.
Let the chef pragab: Simulant!
Your heart beats calmly,
especially when your feet get cold.
A cook behind the boiler! Waiting for work!
But all the boys leave.
Class struggle, class struggle
class struggle, class struggle