La Comuna
El Efecto
The Commune
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
Work less!
Work all!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
Tired hands of the seamstress
Weave the garments of terror
In a cold and dark shed
Produces hundreds of coats at full steam
But what matters about the coat is the sale
And not your heat
In a suburb in Bangladesh
Or in any suburb
So many lives torn apart
Thread, needle and agony
The market is the father of crime
Weave a sick cycle
The coat is for the display window
(And who produces?)
And those who produce die of cold
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
In the coming and going of the bicycle
The delivery man tears up the asphalt
He is a hostage to his own goal
The algorithm is the whip that has improved itself
Your order is coming to you
Enjoy this flavor
Rappi, Ifood, Uber Flash
What is the secret of magic?
Leeches go on the back
Hot food, cold food
Cycling through the wreckage
From the decaying city
In a ballet of dead marks
Parading in procession
Barbarian mangrove called market
Tear, blood, sweat
Vacuum packed and in pieces
The class looks at each other, but does not see each other
This concrete veto tears your chest open
The thing is the subject, the person, the object
Everything upside down, the end is the beginning
I want to have eyes to see
Slave of gain (me)
How much do I earn?
My sweat dripping down my forehead
My blood staining the asphalt
I need to fulfill my goal
At the boss's son's party
With cannon, wanting my salary
In capitalism, uteruses are factories
Where workers are born
I dreamed I was in Havana
With my brother Che Guevara
What if it were like this?
Tomorrow wouldn't be so urgent
My comrade
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
Work less!
Work all!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
(Produce what is necessary! Share the production!)
Body and soul, everything hurts
My tormented head
Body and soul, everything hurts
I feel life is poisoned
Another way of life!
From the insurgency will arise!
Another way of life!
I looked for 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 that I suffer from capitalism
Work less!
Work everyone!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
Our kidnapped creative force creates nothing
(Work less! Work all!)
Our creative force will grow in rebellion
(Work less! Work all)
We are beef cattle at the behest of a monster that is never, never satisfied
(Work less! Work all!)
And we will only have another luck cultivating the death of the commodity
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
Produce what is necessary!
Share the production!
