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Pista Pipás

You wiped the grime off your boots in me
You've ripped the underskirt and skirt off me
Does that a good woman make?
Shamed? Beaten and insulted?
 
I can't take it anymore
My womanly life ends now
I will be gone from here, put on men's clothes
Hat on my head and I light a pipe
 
And whilst you're in a drunken sleep, the roof catches fire
A blindfold made of fire falls on you
No one will search for your wife either
She's free to go and do her work
 
I walk along the plains smoking a pipe
I go to every farm looking for a little work
 
When I finish at the stable, I may eat and sleep
And while helping the women
I listen to their woes
 
I can't take it anymore, Pista Pipás
My husband is a drunken ruffiant
When he gets thrown out of the bar
He assaults me early in the morning
 
This is no life for me
I'm afraid one day he'll kill me
I wish I had two strong arms
I believe I would kill him myself
 
Give me this job and he won't live for long
The plank awaits a suicide victim, I have two yards of rope on me
 
Antal Dobák was first and thirty-five followed him
I went from woman to woman and got paid for my work
This is how I became Pista Pipás
The whip of women
From respectable worker to the butcher of the farm world
 
I heard last summer
Thirty-five commited suicide
Bar-hopping farm owners
Hung by a yard of rope
 
The policeman couldn't believe this anymore
He took Pista Pipás
Took her, interrogated her
Took her in front of a judge
 
Nobody looked her in the eye
But her sins came to light
They sentenced her to death
What she's done, her neck regretted
 
This is how Pista Pipás walks among us
This is how she too, was hung
In the cold winter of '33
She hung by her own rope
 
Standing under the executioner's rope, by right of the last word
I say to my fellow women, everybody needs to help themselves!
 
I, myself am a woman. the wife of Pál Riegel
Who's gone through so much violence by men, Piroska Fődi born and raised
 
With a woman's heart, with a man's arms, the only thing I have come to regret
After finishing thirty-six bastrads, that I couldn't take care of more
 
Finally, every violent man shall remember this
The widow Aunt Pista Pipás is coming for him with her yard of rope
 


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