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At the square of my village The laborer said to the master:
At the square of my village The laborer said to the master:
"Our chidren will be born With raised fists."
"Our chidren will be born With raised fists."
And this land that is not mine this land which is the master's
And this land that is not mine this land which is the master's
I water it with my sweat and I work it with my hands.
I water it with my sweat and I work it with my hands.
But tell me comrade If these lands are the master's
But tell me comrade If these lands are the master's
Why have we never seen him Working with the plow?
Why have we never seen him Working with the plow?
With the plow I till the soil With the plow I write
With the plow I till the soil With the plow I write
Pages in the earth Of sweat and misery.
Pages in the earth Of sweat and misery.