Comunicato N° 38

And there are those who buy their rights with promissory notes
So all life until the funerals
Safe place in a factory of poison
But how lucky! Who knows how many projects we will do
Only 8 hours and a bit of overtime in the evening
And you'll see what nice gifts we'll give each other at Christmas

Maternity, a big problem for production
No blackmail if you happen to be the boss's wife
And the foremen, north and south, are all the same
Bread and work you'll find under their boots
And the moon and the sun go away and another day

All life like a slave, like an animal
There are those who have a beautiful and heated house
And there are those who live on the street
There are those who buy a dress every day
And those who have no one around

And those who go to the bathroom with a cell phone
Those who don't have money for bread
And those who repeat yes sir every day
And those who want to rebel

And there are those who think of the damned of the earth
And to this war will respond with another war
And the miner who lost the sun in the mine
And Vincenzino who left the construction site without life
And those who that day were waiting for a train at the station
Perhaps his blood would have been given for a different world

And for you who paid and why injustice is a right
And for you who said no, and were chained
And because those who rebel will be tortured
And because those who rebel will be killed

And if death had memory
It would remember the living who closed our story in prison
And those outside have forgotten, that nothing has changed outside
And inside nothing has changed and it would have been different
And that distant April 25th, comrade don't leave that rifle