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Labor Song #16
[This is not a full translation, but to give you an idea of the lyrics…]
In M1p4 there are two camps, mercilessly feuding:
In the first – with the victoriously raised head
The hosts of merry, cordless, jubilant,
Well fed, satisfied with themselves;
Hosts of people tormenting strength,
Arrogant sucking people’s blood,
Treading in the mud all holy, free –
Honor, ideal and love.
The truth, love, ideal are expelled:
National juices, in gold are merged, –
That’s where their god is, Baal.
Eternal idleness, rampant endless,
Drunkenness, gluttony, shameless depravity…