Barcelona. Tuesday. May 3. 1938.

Revived past appears before us
When we try to gather scattered stones
And we see new flesh on the
Half-rotten bones

Under banner
Of 1917
Barcelona
Found heroic destiny

The rebellion
Awoke wills buried alive
Catalonia
Listened to the restless Koyoасan exile

And it seemed
So real, blazing dawn
Of  new October

No more
The old world!
No war
But class war!
No words
Take your gun!
No! No pasaran!
No!

We remember
The third of May sunrise, terror and lies
Fear of all elites from Kremlin to Wall-street
We remember
Triumphs stolen, brothers fallen
Can we fear to begin all over again?!
The immortal doctrine
Arms new troops today full of the truth and rage
Total revolt against total war!

No more
The old world!
No war
But class war!
No words
Take your gun!
No! No pasaran!
{Shooting!} No {running!} more
{Bleeding!} The old world!
{Burning!} No {hurting!} war
{Killing!} But class war!
 {Dying!} No {fighting!} words
{Winning!} Take your gun!
No! No pasaran!

In the web of the old hostility,
In the web of "superiority",
In the web of your recent offences,
In the web of the constant excesses,
In the web of the dead dogmatic rhymes,
In the web of Moses "Mein Kampf",
In the web of Mohammed crazy texts
You dwell

In the web of sly intriguers' games,
In the web of capitalist chains,
In the web of "patriotic" ignorance,
In the web of strategy of the US,
In the web of scheme of globalism,
In the web of your mutual fanatism,
In the web of rage, fear and lie
You die

Explosions tear the Promised Land
And blood will flow until you understand:
It's only the common state (that) can give the peace
But such union is absurd under capitalism

So Philistine, whatever you wanna look forever and ever
You will remain what you are forever:
Ranksman
You’re ranksman
You’re gonna vote seeking a saving rope
Receiving just a new knot on your throat
You’re ranksman
Ranksman

Close your eyes,  close your mind
Road to nowhere is so wide
Everyday, everywhere
Your Elder Brother is inside

Craving for an idol no matter of the sky or pigsty
Masturbate soul, castigate thought
You’re ranksmen
Ranksmen
And with single breath – hands from hearts to heaven!
The zealous hands will erect walls of new ghettos
Ranksmen
You’re ranksmen

Your nature is firm
Your conscience is pure

Close your eyes,  close your mind
Road to nowhere is so wide
Everyday, everywhere
Your Elder Brother is inside

You’re nothing alone
You’re awful in crowd

Close your eyes,  close your mind
Road to nowhere is so wide
Everyday, everywhere
Your Elder Brother is inside

Year by year, life by life
Surplus value conveyor exhausts our powers
Dries our brains up
Under reign of corporations we toil to die faster
Nobody’s got to live so
In the kingdom of money
Labor is damned
Labor is damned
Labor is
Damned
Labor is damned
Labor is damned

See funnels of factories be like dead hands
Cold and stretching to the crimson skies
This is challenge to the nervecide civilization,
War against offices for the workers’
Rights
They rise
For their lives
Rise up!

This is strike is on
To strike capital
The strike is on
Now

2) In society of affluenza where progress
Become one of redneckness and lies
Where “it’s your problem” is a motto and law
Throat-gnowing is required to defend your
Rights
So fight
For your lives
Fight

Now the strike is going on
To strike capital
The strike is going on
Go on!

3) Who is historical? Tyrants of all kinds
And we’ll lie down into graves unknown
To remain alive in shots of new “Aurora”
Saluting dawn of a new era

Now the strike is going on
To strike capital
The strike is going on
Go on!

Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!

How many millions were waiting for justice!
How many hopes are ruined and insulted!
How many victories turned into failures!
How many heroes fell with belief in lies
Of the prophets
Looking just for profit!

The future turns into the past again:
Life keeps its run:
The living in the end betray...
The dead remain young

How many wonderful things were promised!
How many oaths we heard from pseudo-leaders
How many excuses were invented by them
How many young fighters will never rise
Owing to the liars!
Their prize was premature silence!

The dead shine with eternal light,
Life keeps its run:
The living become more cynical...
The dead remain young

The future turns into the past again:
Life keeps its run:
The living in the end betray...
The dead remain young
The dead shine with eternal light,
Life keeps its run:
The living become more cynical...
The dead remain young

So, I am what I am and what I feel cannot be wrong
This is the way that I feel and I'm coming on strong
We're talking hundreds and thousands with potential to stay
But only one with quality can turn the loneliness away

Com folla me, one is wonder
One is a wonder
But only one is a wonder
One is a wonder

Set the world on fire
I'll do anything to get what I want
Aim even higher
I'll do anything to be the one

So I'm crusing round the continent to see what I can find
Alot of fangs but I refuse to be a slave to the grind
We're talking gadda-da-vida, honey now the deed is done
And if you're in you've got to show that you really are the one

Com folla me, one is a wonder
One is a wonder
But only one is a wonder

Set the world on fire
I'll do anything to get what I want
Aim even higher
I'll do anything to be the one

Yes,
I am what I've ever been,
The simple red fighter
And I'll really do anything
To set the world in fire
Burn it to ashes!
The system of legalized swindle must die
Yes, I wanna be the one wiping it out!

Set the world on fire
I'll do anything to get what I want
Aim even higher
I'll do anything to be the one

Flesh from flesh of the disastrous age
Being born into hardship
I was forgotten to give me
A shelter of sheep – indifference
One of millions – not better not worse
I just do my «fuck!» somewhat red
So everywhere I’m crazy for some
Dangerous crazy for others

While this world is not crushed
We’re not get along
And I will be a pariah
Twice and threefold

I don’t trust in fate
I am full of hate
In pain of disappointments
I find my own way

Enter my way

My red way
Resistance way
It’s my way

Intellectual underground is my choice
Until we move in columns
As I don’t have fuckin’ armies and guns
My metal is my revolt
Someone pulls one his hand at elections
Another for tip
But I clench my fist to grip
My destiny by its throat

While this world is not crushed
We’re not get along
And I will be a pariah
Till my time comes

I don’t trust in fate
I am full of hate
In pain of disappointments
I find my own way

Enter my way
Enter my way

My red way
Resistance way
It’s my way

I don’t trust in fate
I am full of hate
I don’t trust in fate
I don’t trust in fate

It's a new day as a loop on your neck
From short unhealthy sleep you're coming back
To the world of millions like you who's twisted
In hell of struggle of existance

Oh no, for this such crawling
Between accident and discharge (has to be) while the road,
Wide and light, could spread in front of everyone,
Road for all where caravans of happiness move on

What is in your eyes - fear of tomorrow
What is in your soul - dream of better life
What is in your voice - weariness of indifference
The slave kills you inside
So kill slave in you

Kill slave in you or die
Liberate you or die
Become a Man or die
Rule your life or die

Kill innate slave in you or die yourself
Kill innate slave in you or die yourself
Kill innate slave in you or die yourself
Die yourself, die yourself fuck you yeah

I don't wanna play with bastards' rules
I don't want them to make me fool
Rising my head up, rising my fist up
Trying to save something human in me
I kill slave in me

Kill slave in you!

The Nature gave us similar needs…

The Earth is generous for all...

The Sun chooses none for giving its heat to him
And space would be enough for everyone in this world
But
Somebody has the things for many lives
While others were born for gradual dying. That’s

Right the venerable trinity is partly obsolete:
By the name of liberty they made us slaves (again),
Fraternity is a subtle phantom,
But high dream of equality has never left oppressed

We are led by thought of two great minds
Red banner proclaims the new era in life of Mankind
In the name of equality
Grand world fire will wipe out the cursed brand “private property”

More class struggle, more class hate!

We are led by thought of two great minds
Red banner proclaims the new era in life of Mankind
In the name of equality
Grand world fire will wipe out the cursed brand “private property”

All right!
Now you have your right of free voice and choice
Identical the right of a guy in the “Rolls-Royce”
Did the “Royce” become common? No. But sometimes
You may elect owners of the same chic cars
OK, you vote increasing your woe
Various bastards you promote with trust of “democracy”
There is a dope! You keep your right to work,
The parasites keep right to live by your labor

On the anvil of “sacred” property
Hammer of “democracy” forges your chains
I see you will endure till they squeeze your necks
What can I say?
You’re slaves!

You are slaves!

Up to now voting paper is bad remedy for hunger
Socialism can’t be brought in by voices countdown
Lies, blood, enslavement, suffering,
We have had too many of these things. You see
It is not disgraceful to be born as slaves;
Apology of your slavery is real disgrace
Stupid game! For shame!
Non-prize lottery!

On the anvil of “sacred” property
Hammer of “democracy” forges your chains
I see you will endure till they squeeze your necks
What can I say?
You’re wretched slaves!

You are slaves!


The Dead Remain Young

How many millions [of men] were waiting for justice!
How many hopes are ruined and insulted!
How many victories (have) turned into failures!
How many heroes fell with belief in lies
Of the prophets
Looking just for profit!

The future turns the past again:
Life keeps its run:
The living in the end betray…
The dead remain young

How many wonderful things were promised!
How many oaths we heard from pseudo-leaders
How many excuses were invented by them
How many young fighters will never rise
Owing to the liars!
Their prize was premature silence!

The dead shine with eternal light,
Life keeps its run:
The living become more cynical…
The dead remain young

The future turns the past again:
Life keeps its run:
The living in the end betray…
The dead remain young
The dead shine with eternal light,
Life keeps its run:
The living become more cynical…
The dead remain young

It
Is rain
Of my time
When I give myself up to someone’s business
I
Sacrifice
Month, days, hours
To spend them again for not to die
I sell
My time
My hopes
My life
My future
I am bleeding
I am suffering
I’m in abyss
I’m in pain

Here
Another day
Is estimated
OK, the wage slavery is on!
That
Is all!
Cut of life is sold
It can’t be returned for any millions
What is the money of entire the world
Against just a moment of life?

My time
My hopes
My life
My future can be another
My time is changed into banknotes
My hopes will never come true
My life doesn’t belong to me
My future… must be another

New Man
Is nothing else but necessary result
Of social evolution doing its next turn
New Man

New Man passes on the razor’s edge
Between social and personal
New Man is symbol of the world where
Everyone equals everyone

New Man

New Man
The society goes mad with belated child-birth
In the red insurgents of the planet I see
New Man

Let’s kick balls of the dunces
Rambling on “utopies” and “dreams”
New Man is not a dream, but the cause
It’s a gun, not faith [that] he needs

New Man
Is triumph of the single labor brotherhood
Born in fires and blood of class battles
New Man

Idle class knows what [to] be afraid of
Working class knows what to do
New Man finish inequality off 
Either nobody or you!

New Man

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For monopolists -
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