歌词翻译 (English)
Song of Plantation and Factory
The villa in the dusk,
It's really heavenly calm;
In the plantation's fields,
Slaves are callusing palms.
The merciful ''gentlemen'',
Have all of them bought,
So order them in the fields,
To work gaining nought.
Mute night is covering
The industrial park,
In the positions, in the buildings,
Workers are busy in cark.
The ''amicable'' entrepreneurs,
Gave'em ''opportunity'',
So put them in the factories,
To "enjoy" the "mercy".
The black slaves in plantations,
Did start a big revolt;
All these "amicable" men,
Were all in death enrolled.
These plantations for the black,
Have already gone,
When will those in the workers,
Vanish, and never respawn?