Contessa

What a countess stuff at Aldo's industry, those four ignorant ones went on strike, they wanted their salaries increased, they said they thought they were being exploited. And when the police arrived, those four ragamuffins shouted louder, they stained the courtyards and doors with blood, who knows how long it will take to clean up.

Comrades from the bosses and the workshops take the sickle and bring the hammer go down to the square and beat with it go down to the square and bury the system.

You good people seeking peace, peace to do what you want, but if this is the price we want war, we want to see you end up underground. But if this is the price we have paid, no one in the world should be exploited.

Countess, if you knew what a dear relative told me about the occupation, that those people locked up in there made a profession of free love. Besides, my dear, why are you surprised, even the worker wants his son to be a doctor and think about the environment that can come out of it, there is no more morality, countess.

If the wind whistled before, now it whistles louder, the ideas of revolt are never dead, if someone claims it, don't listen, they just want to betray. If someone claims it, spit on them, the red flag has been thrown into a ditch