I sing to the coming storm of revolutionary sailors; to the poor farmers with a lonely mule and no acres

I sing to the young woman workers without papers: you don't have to jump from a roof, or fall asleep among the yellow fumes of past ages

I sing to the hungry children being double-tapped by well-groomed haters, armed with barrel bombs to cover the busy streets with shivering sheets

The pale statues of slavery will fall. Yes, we’ll bring down the reign of the cages and clean up the Augean stables!

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I know the Diggers will liberate the loom of life and the bald man with the great broom will laugh

It will be the laughter of the blue moon and the tiny huts multiplied - the savannas are standing up to the Pyromaniac

I sing to the shackled hearts in the Special Housing Units of the last empire

Hold my hand and don’t let go, as we fly beyond the valley of tears, towards a new Reconstruction

Shine beacon, shine! The electric chairs will have to wait for another midnight

Be sure we won't be the spectators of endless tragedy but the heroic creators of unchained History

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No noose is tight enough to keep the sun from breathing through the clouds

What is truly human will not dry up hanging from the treetops. It won't drown with the rain of lead pouring down on the road leading from Damascus to Charlottesville

I sing to the hands of coal and each borderless soul fighting for solidarity

Ours will never be a philosophy of misery - all power to the return of proletarian memory! The creativity of labor is the only guarantee hell won’t endure

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The breaker boys have left their coffins, the mines of heaven are empty

I’m on my way to the Finland station - towards victory - at the side of the men and women who never died. Tenacity, tenacity! Our pages outnumber their trenches

I once fell in love with a sunflower - I still remember her golden hair. Now she belongs to a sea of doves

Our union - diving into the fields of dawn - will be a reunion with destiny, as we remake it and it remakes us

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I sing to the ingenuity of the oppressed and the rage of dignity in each awakening dream

Bring down the walls of infamy and let’s transform each factory into a school for the liberation of Humanity

I'm on my way with the steel train and the southern wind

The Earth is preparing for a new Spring. We shall rise up from the flames. Wait for me, wait for me!