2020.06.14.
In the year '48
In the year '48Oh, green clover leaf
Damn you, rich bastard
You made me get oxen
I got oxen, got a yoke too
You promised you'd give me land
And you gave me a plot on the crest of a hill
Full of burnt rocks
My children are starving in my house
Oh dear, my children are starving in my house
But the farmer, what did he do?
He took the oxen to the fair
Kissed Prian and sold him together with the chain
Kissed Bujor between horns
Where do I go now, my God
My children are starving
Hey, but the butcher saw all that
And what did he do
Took the oxen out of the fair
And up on the hill
And the farmer, what did he say?
He shouted:
Butcher, butcher,
Leave the oxen alone and run downhill
Because I will hit you with my axe
And people will find out
That I killed you
That I killed you
Hey, but the farmer, what else did he do?
He took an oath
And went down to the valley
Where the rich people were riding through
and their ladies were strolling
And targeted them
Hit them where they hurt most
Because all summer I worked for them
And they paid me nothing
Oh dear, they paid me nothing.