Resistencia

Proud to be among the proletariat
It's hard to make ends meet
And have to sweat and sweat
To earn our bread.
This is my place, this is my people
We are workers, the preferred class
That's why, proletarian brother, with pride
I sing you this song, we are the revolution.
YES SIR!, the revolution,
YES SIR!, YES SIR!, we are the revolution,
Your enemy is the boss,
YES SIR!, YES SIR!, we are the revolution,
Long live the revolution.
I'm fed up with putting up with leeches,
Those who steal my dignity.
My life is consumed enduring this routine
That suffocates me more every day.
The entrepreneur is happy, more calluses on my hands
My kidneys are going to burst.
I don't have a damn penny, but I keep contributing
To your welfare state.
RESISTANCE!
In this democracy, there are many smart ones who profit
By squeezing our social class.
They don't give a damn if you have fourteen children
And grandma can't have surgery.
We are the workers, the basis of this game
Where the same sucker always loses,
A well-thought-out game, where they keep us quiet
And screw you if you don't want to play.
RESISTANCE!
DIS-O-BE-DI-ENCE!