Damned bourgeois servitude
Our brothers and sisters
Fought all their lives
For the same dream,
And for causes destiny predicted
We see no more grandness deliriums,
The big shots,
We will have not to weep more crimes,
Not to stand nauseating and ugly fascists,
Capitalism henchmen,
Murderer Capitalism!
I will not only mention them foolish fascists,
To have it clear who our enemies were too, always.
We accuse also those who gave word to others,
Who in the event of failing revolution
Would have the power and be the exploiters.
Wrens, dictators and, many today,
Representatives elected by the urns,
Nasty, ugly and empty,
All they crazy in the abyss of appearance,
That is always punished with the absolute truth.
We accuse the stale bourgeoisie
For being accomplices in the desire
Of power and privilege,
It didn’t matter to whom they abandoned to their luck,
It didn’t matter to whom they left behind.
Then they chose the treason, that servitude,
To the immortal soul of the peoples
Who are longing there is not slavery, famines, misery, poverty.
Let us fight against them too
And shout Fire! Fire! Fire!
Was it not true you did consent famines?
I have already said you even promoted misery.
Consenters of poverty!
Promoters of misery!
They used to speak about hope
When having the word,
No matter what they really did in fact.
They tried to impose laws that caused pain,
Just to get the right
To be buying forever.
We have heard them
Shamefully proclaiming us their debtors,
By deeds our brothers and sisters
Carried out for us with pleasure,
That we know to this extent
Their meanness reached.
We shall tempt one to another
And so we shall get a part of the richness,
And in some way that coveted prestige,
A distinction for many,
A higher living style,
More level above.
Consenters of poverty!
Promoters of misery!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
We all know we did get on well with each other in a past,
But voracious worms and their accomplices
Changed things to bad and took advantage from it.
They used weapons to suffocate
The illusions of well-minded people
And they ruled the world
Doing severe wrongs
We shall never forget.
Fire! Fire! Fire!
The communes, the attempts of our revolutions,
Forbade the word to the enemies of the immortal soul of the peoples,
And you, bourgeois, you were the servants
Of mean rulers and exploiters.
How well did you know!
You used to speak with worms,
You were together in the game.
Now we shall make the laws
And you will not be around.
We shall give not chance
To whom speaking in abstract about peace,
But caring for those sentenced by their rottenness,
To risk themselves in us not restraining our ardour,
To deal against fascism, privilege and bourgeoisie.
A last appearance of mediocrity!
Consenters of poverty!
Promoters of misery!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
The immortal soul of the peoples
Fighting against the wickedness
Always knew you were servants,
In slavery, in misery, in famines, in poverty, in exploitation,
Always knew you were consenters of poverty, promoters of misery.
Therefore, we knew the lesson already,
We knew who you were,
And this time we were standing up in front,
Shouting: Fire! Fire! Fire!
Changing things,
To do them well.
Doing things that always must be done.
Always grateful knowing
That, even in our the most difficult moments,
Someone is thinking about us,
Trying to find out where we are,
Longing help us.
The immortal soul of the peoples by itself
Has taken such goodness natural law offers,
And also the good other men have done
For the inhabitants of the world
Felt motivated by harmony.
And then you were afraid we would not shut up
When we had seen you together in the game?
Bad business not to glance clearly
To good world's people’s eyes,
Because you had not been elected,
To take advantage of the opportunity,
And you let it escape being ridiculous,
Looking at another side before the deed being bad,
How bad you knew how it was endured,
And glance well already,
You well glance not.
Consenters of poverty!
Promoters of misery!
To hell with slavers and exploiters!
Long Live Revolution!
Long Live the Poor of the Earth!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Madrid, 18 January 2016.
