Even today, the nationwide uprising did not begin
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Everyone goes to the union's May Day dawn
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Proletarians as one rush to the goal
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The nostrils tickle the smell of barbecue
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A couple of crates of beer are chilled in the creek
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Plum brandy is poured from the bottle
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There is no one to carry workers' slogans today
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And there will be no singing of "Bandiera rossa"
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No one summons tear gas, baton
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Why spoil the party with politics
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Tequila sunrise, place of Molotov
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A cordon of wires is also caught in the circle
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The whole of the former South has risen
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We will not be anyone's servant
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He yells fearlessly at each other
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He mixes bravely and drinks in unison
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Pour us some brandy and make a toast to the end
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Technology redundancy is celebrating May 1st today
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Here we part, goodbye, good bye
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We are going bankrupt, happy May 1st
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Today is not the Olympics
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It's not even a gay parade today
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The guarantor is not the Cimburijada
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Today is a holiday, Labor Day
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The workers' song is sung loudly
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A song that celebrates a non-working day
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Umbrella, meza, stream murmurs
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Why spoil the perfect plan?
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Nobody cares about class struggle
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The bey's stew is simmering in the cauldron
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What a revolution and the Paris Commune
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Here are ten kebabs in half flat bread
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When they turn off the grills and shut up the singers
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Blankets and deckchairs disappear from the meadow
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You'll be tired of lying in bed at home
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You will dream of a well-deserved workers' paradise
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Promise yourself before those dreams
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Only the left is going bankrupt
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The bureau is the beginning, and the pension is the end
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The working class is going to heaven |