Popular Front
What airs you put on of big shots, of great lords!
How lucky all these who talked to you!
Are you not in need or you needn’t anymore?
Sure if it depended on you,
You would even wish another loan!
We saw the insulting and very ridiculous swagger,
At same time you talked as though you said something.
After so much time!
With only a voice you have listened to,
Of a revolutionary asking for Justice,
You will not be able to forget it,
Either the grin you then made.
And being the situation what it was,
And standing the pedantic where they were,
The substance of the matter was clear,
In bad position they were these who had agreed
To prolong ad infinitum the Rights State, that
Ahem, protected them.
We all saw it clearly,
The fools suspected it,
Now they have not a place where to go to,
Because nothing was clean,
They tried to submit, yes, and it pays,
The Common Soul of the working class.
We have caught you up cheating us
With mean minimum salary laws,
Gents who forget bad accounts must be paid.
In parliament you shut up meekly,
As though the pink colour did not hurt you,
You did not say anything of horrible crimes and
unpardonable infamies.
Justice! Like some fear and care not to trumpet,
Let us have them paying the abuses,
These who obtained important incomes and a deputies’
level,
Consenting our minimum salary
And shutting up meekly as though the pink colour did
not hurt them,
But we knew so much.
Whom to with the tale of the Carta Magna?
We are sixteen million people poor,
There are many workers poor,
Because it is to your liking and from the back.
We shall tell you for sure, we shall meet face to face,
With the ray we wish to extinguish you
Not having to worry for anything.
Therefore you see what you have gotten,
Even at the last moment you did not complain
So the rotten soul you certainly had,
And we saw you filthy, ugly,
Such as you well knew a poor child glanced at you.
And this is all there is?
And this is all there was.
There were people with nothing,
No house, no food, no water, no clothes,
And yet deputies repeated themselves
About business we could see they thought convenient,
And about revolution nobody spoke.
Look where from our soul you have encouraged,
And for the poor and minimum salary,
You never strived and nobody admired you,
Because the genie of the people knows,
And when he knows, he commands.
Did anyone say we would never submit capitalism?
Let’s start to cut some heads!
There were many who not saying it they were
saying it!
There were some to whom it did not matter leaving
footprints!
There were some who were not concerned about
leaving stains!
We saw them; we heard them, the shit.
Well, you know what? Like you suspected,
Volunteers in the Army and the people’s soul,
A Popular Front to whom you are so afraid of it deals,
We shall take the power in Spain.
And we have worked indeed,
And we do we fulfil.
It was the last straw of the apparent,
You became closer because it interested you,
And about revolution nobody spoke.
With a mean minimum salary
You thought we would never speak too much,
Because no doubt, please, you thought you were
better.
So to each their own,
Everyone in their position,
When you did not play fair,
You would have to have seen yourselves, your image!
And now let the poor say their opinion,
Listen to what you did not expect.
To the streets and squares we are going to look for you
Inasmuch as our cause does not matter to you.
Such as we all men and women wanted,
Such as we saw you in hell, we see you.
Let be accomplished the criteria of good people!
Let us make them pay the abuses to bad people!
A Popular Front hurt you and hurt you today,
So listen from a Popular Front who thunders you:
Tremble, accursed!
You chose enemies,
When about everybody it dealt!
What fools you were besides, about revolution, among
us, yes, we spoke.
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