Proud Red Flag

Poverty tenfold, a century of inequalities, humanity suffering
Beating space, generations, children and races
Industries of silk burned down by the candelabrum guild

A class lost, a flock of sheep, sold to the bourgeoisie
Their lands fall in lump, snagged by the gangs imbued from their rabid lust for power

The bourgeoisie vehicles pathetic ideas, a motive to run down their bands
Ensnare the population, dismantle the barracks and the houses, to the ground with heavy tanks

The bourgeoisie exercises its rabid cruelty in the profits race
The supremacy of capital, the poisonous merchandising and amu-nation

My class, my comrades, seek into your tantrums, don't buy the cut wages propaganda
Defy the rats that employ you, for the sake of survival