Pour Ma Classe
Brigada Flores Magón
For My Class
A heavy sound for my people
A raised fist for my class
Our blood flows for my camp
Our hatred burns and engulfs you
Our hearts bleed
With rage and disappointment
Between the anvil and the hammer
Defeat as the only horizon
For my class
By my class
With class
Class war
The empire that reigns over our lives
Drives us to madness
We will go to paradise
Because hell is here
Our hearts bleed
Far from the images of soap operas
For us, the blows of batons
The strokes of fate and the motherfuckers
Tremble bourgeois in your bed
Because my class awakens and screams
The thugs, the bandits
Will carry out their vengeance
Our hearts bleed
Let's wipe the slate clean of the past
We will burn all your palaces
We will build gardens
Where there were dumps
