Coplas de Baguala

How beautiful is the buzz
'Cause I forget everything,
I even think of the boss
And he feels like a friend.

If I don’t complain, they’ll exploit me
And if I do, I’ll end up in jail,
For those at the bottom, the scraps
And for those at the top, the cheese.

Up on the hills
The sun is starting to rise
With the spear and the shout
The revolution arrives.

They exploit the workers
With the sugarcane, it’s the same
They cheat the ranch hand
And they always make more.

A few have a lot
And many are short on bread.
By reason or by force
Let everyone have the same!