A keresés eredménye

The brave man

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Like an eagle he flapped his wings on the street
The neighborhood looks at him with pride through the windows
With his black eyes cast down
The brave man, charged downhill
 
In his eyes, a cloud
In his heart, steel
The blood is flowing, it has covered the sun
And Charon charged downhill
 
The eyes and hearts are closing shut
The windows are closing shut
And then Charon swoops astride
And he smiled
 
Who is going down to Hades today?
Who is the neighborhood talking about and is in an uproar?
Why are the mountains and the plains silent?
The brave man, charged downhill
 
Like an eagle he flapped his wings on the street
The neighborhood looks at him with pride through the windows
With his black eyes cast down
The brave man, charged downhill
 

From plains and ravines

From plains and ravines
Comes down the farming class
With sickles raised up
It greets the working class
 
For years Now we have bowed
Digging the Black earth
And our riches are taken
By the tyrranical Bourgeois
 
Everything we see in Front of us
From the Old years
We owe it to our Hard work
Long Live Long Live the working class
 
Let us forget our grudges
All these grudges of Old
And all lets raise our swords
For freedom!