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Labor Song #17
THE SONG OF THE WEAVER
[This is not a full translation, but to give you an idea of the lyrics…]
It tortures the little head with a poor roar of machine wheels, it is covered in large peaks with sweat and tears.
The roar of the machines, the heat is unbearable, In the air shreds of cotton; with the rancid oil, it stinks stiflingly – Yes, the life of a weaver is not easy!
