אַרבעטלאָזע מאַרש
Mordkhe Gebirtig [Mordechai Gebirtig] / מרדכי געבירטיג| La versione in inglese e Yiddish (traslitterato) di Daniel Kahn... | |
| ARBETLOSE MARSCH (MARCH OF THE UNEMPLOYED) One, two, three, four, The unemployed are more and more Factories shut down last year Closed their doors and left us here Machines lie cold, covered with dust Months pass, they begin to rust We march on along this road Unemployed out in the cold Unemployed out in the cold One, two, three, four, The unemployed are more and more Without clothes and without home Make our bead of earth and loam Running out of food to eat We're out of bread and out ofmeat Water precious, tastes like wine Drink it down for now we're fine Drink it down for now we're fine One, two, three, four, The unemployed are more and more For many years we've slaved in vain Suffered for the bosses' gain We built cities and countries But not for you and not for me Comrades, what did we get back But hunger, eviction, and the sack Hunger, eviction, and the sack One, two, three, four, This is what we're fighting for The unemployed march hand in hand Singing out across the land That the working class will have its day In a world that we fought to free Unemployment, shame, and greed: We will all make history And we will all make history! | MARCH OF THE JOBLESS CORPS One, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps no work in the factory no more manufacturing all the tools are broke & rusted every wheel & window busted through the city streets we go idle as a CEO, idle as a CEO One, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps we don't have to pay no rent sleeping in a camping tent dumpster diving don't take money every bite we share with twenty let the yuppies have their wine bread & water suit us fine bread & water suit us fine One, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps worked & paid our union dues what did years of that produce? Houses, cars & other shit for the riches benefit what do workers get for pay? hungry broke & thrown away Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetsloze zenen mir nisht gehert khodoshem lang in fabrik dem hamerklang s'lign keylem kalt fargesn s'nemt der zhaver zey shoyn fresn geyen mir arum in gas vi di gvirim pust un pas vi di gvirim pust un pas Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, arbetsloze zenen mir yorn lang gearbet shver un geshaft alts mer un mer hayzer, shleser, shtet un lender far a heyfele farshvender undzer loyn derfar iz vos hunger, noyt, un arbetsloz hunger, noyt, un arbetsloz One, two, three, four, pick yourselves up off the floor unemployment marches on so we'll sing a marching song for a land, a world of justice where no cop or boss can bust us there'll be work for every hand in a new & better land in a new & better land Eyns, tsvey, dray, fir, ot azoy marshirn mir arbetsloze trit nokh trit un mir zingen zikh a lid far a land, a velt, a naye vu es lebn mentshn fraye arbetsloz iz keyn shum hand in dem nayem frayn land in dem nayem frayn land |
