One, two, one, two, three!
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Come on, petrel, the sun is up
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The time has come for new news
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Tired under the yoke of the planet earth
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You can no longer live like a beast.
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Bourgeois dance on our humps
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Working hard for a privileged place in the coffins
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We have been divided and crushed like fleas
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In chorus guys count to three.
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One, two, one, two, three!
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Chorus:
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This is the song of the builders of the new world
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Those who didn't die from pain and kir
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This is the song of the workers of the new formation
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Those who did not drain degradation in urine.
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Forward, peacemakers, Mercury is our brother
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Let the sailors and soldiers drop their rifles
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Slaves are killed by oil and ore,
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And instead of the stigma - a golden star.
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Chorus:
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This is the song of the builders of the new world
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Those who didn't die from pain and kir
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This is the song of the workers of the new formation
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Those who did not drain degradation in urine.
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Losing.
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Peace and freedom is our goal
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Here are our theses, here is our April
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Don't care about the party-church alignment
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Friendship is the religion of the new guys.
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Chorus:
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This is the song of the builders of the new world
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Those who didn't die from pain and kir
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This is the song of the workers of the new formation
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Those who did not drain degradation in urine.
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This is the song of the builders of the new world
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Those who didn't die from pain and kir
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This is the song of the workers of the new formation
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Those who did not drain degradation in urine. |