Who will change the world?
Brothers and sisters: the fight is on. Always remember you’re not alone
From the mountain tops of the Southern cone, to the river valleys of Tehran - arise eagles!
Do not fear the prison guards, or their lethal needles
It’s high time to break the spell. To hell with their dollars and shiny collars
Yes, we dare. Our morals is to share the black soil and its riches, not kill for oil and the seven leeches
And if they warn you of the late hour and dire consequences, answer them:
“We are used to hard labor and punishment. We refuse to let hate be our nourishment!"
But, Who will change the world?
The striking teachers in West Virginia and the women toiling from dawn to twilight in the textile mills of Bangladesh - I'm proud to bear their banner on my flesh
The young workers assembling Iphones and forging bonds of love and joy - from Guangzhou to Hanoi
The poor farmers vowing to come back from the camps and deserts to rebuild Ghouta and Aleppo
Arise sons of Spring; arise daughters of the western whirlwind! Arise from among the ranks of the humble!
Help me to spread the word - the men and women of destiny will overcome the dictatorship of the sword
Their imagination will survive mass deportations and deprivation, on the road to workers' government in each nation
The working people will save themselves from the carnage and the dead weight of a bygone age
Their fighting solidarity is the soul of my art! They are the makers of History; their total victory is the promise burning inside of my heart
A smoking gun won't do. Let’s reach out for the sun!
The broken ones say the music is gone; they’re afraid to fall again, if they dare to breathe light and look beyond the night
Pain won't remain the driving force of this story. The hungry children in the ghost towns of Ohio can't be fed with lies and barren glory
Capitulation is not an option for the bright wings of human inspiration
Arise sons of Spring - harden your chin; arise daughters of the western whirlwind - break the chains of original sin
Put on your climbing gear - tomorrow is near, we've been riding for a hundred years - and keep your left ear to the ground
Can you hear it pound with the restless passion of a Prometheus unbound?
Nightmares and endless destruction be gone. Brothers and sisters:
The fight is on. Always remember you’re not alone!