La Comuna
El Efecto
The Commune
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Work less!
Work all!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Tired hands of the seamstress
Weaving the garments of terror
In a cold and dark warehouse
Producing hundreds of coats at full speed
But what matters about the coat is the sale
Not its warmth
In a suburb in Bangladesh
Or in any periphery
So many lives unraveling
Thread, needle, and agony
The market is the father of crime
Weaving a sick cycle
The coat is for the showcase
And who produces?
Who produces dies of cold!
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
In the back and forth of the bicycle
The delivery person tears through the asphalt
A hostage of their own goal
The algorithm is the whip that has improved
Your order is coming to you
Enjoy that taste
Happy, I could! And my cash?
What's the secret of magic?
Leeches on the back
Hot meal, cold grub
Pedaling among the wreckage
Of the decomposing city
In a ballet of dead brands
Parading in procession
Barbaric swamp called the market
Tears, blood, sweat vacuum-packed
And in pieces, the class looks at itself but doesn't see
This concrete veto tears the chest
The thing is the subject, the person, the object
All upside down
The end is the beginning
I want to have eyes to see
Slave to gain (me)
How much do I earn?
My sweat dripping on my forehead
My blood staining the asphalt
I need to meet my goal
At the boss's son's party
With a cannon wanting my salary
In capitalism, wombs are factories
Where workers are born
I dreamt I was in Havana
With my buddy Che Guevara
And if it were like that, tomorrow wouldn't be so urgent
My comrade
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Work less!
Work all!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Body and soul, everything hurts
My tormented mind
Body and soul, everything hurts
I feel life poisoned!
Another way of life
Will arise from the insurgency
Another way of life
I sought a remedy
Some solution
That could take me out of this abyss
The doctor prescribed me a revolution
Because he told me that I suffer
He told me I suffer from capitalism
Work less!
Work all!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Our creative force kidnapped creates nothing
Work less, work all
Our creative force will grow in rebellion
Work less, work all
We are cattle for slaughter
At the command of a monster that never, never satisfies
Work less, work all
And we will only have another fate by cultivating the death of merchandise
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
Produce what's necessary!
Share the production!
