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Labor brigade march

People will be happy
Happy forevermore
And the soviet authority
its power is great
 
(REF)
 
Today we are not on parade
But on the road towards communism
In the communist brigade with us
Lenin is marching ahead
In the communist brigade with us
Lenin is marching ahead
 
We're always in the toughest places
Every hour we're on the road
Work days are
Like holidays for us
 
If they give us the call
We won't let them down
The sun of a new life
We will light on this earth
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Liberty

We laid aside our guitars and drums
for this tune has to change now.
We are outlaws, fear is our tune
and now we want to sing with guns,
and now we want to sing with guns.
 
So let's sing now this new song
that all you people are going to learn.
Don't give a damn of the Bourbon king,
this is our land and nobody takes it,
this is our land and nobody takes it.
 
All the villages in Basilicata
are rising up and want to fight,
even Calabria is now insurging
and we're going to scare the enemy,
and we're going to scare the enemy.
 
You saw the wolf and got so scared,
but you don't know the truth yet.
The real wolf who eats children
is the Piedmontese so let's drive him away
is the Piedmontese so let's drive him away
 
All ye fair maidens who give your heart
if you really want to save the outlaw
don't look for him, forget his name,
we're at war with a merciless enemy,
we're at war with a merciless enemy.
 
You were born as a man, you die as an outlaw,
we'll shoot and fight up to the last.
And if we die, so bring us a flower
and an oath for our liberty,
and an oath for our liberty.
 
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The Workers

Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
From Salva to Vişeu,
the man tames the iron,
The pick beats hard,
Thought for the proud lady from the porch, oh-oh!
From Salva to Viseu.
 
Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
From Salva to Vişeu,
the man, the mountain and the sky
meet in the narrow path
Thought for the kids in the porch
From Salva to Vişeu.
 
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
 
From Salva to Vişeu,
the train has its way
and I always see my father
thought for the kids in the porch, oh-ho
Pass from Salva to Vişeu
 
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.