The Last Internationale - Workers of the World Unite! текст песни

I come from East Virginia
Where I was born
In an old back shed
My father moved us To new Orleans
Where he was forced
To use his hands
Then late one night
They took him away from us Because he learned
To use his head
My mother cried
When the judge said «life»
The union
Was his only crime
I’m still told to leave it All behind
I spent my whole life on A picket line…
Screaming,
Workers Unite
Don’t give up the fight
Workers of the world- unite.
Unite!
At my old age
I’m still working as a slave
The bosses work you
To your grave
They claim to be Like common folk
They packed their bags
When the levees broke
For five long days
I watched the waters rise
I was forgotten
And left to die
I’ve got no country
I’ve got no home
Or no one
To call my own
I’m driftin' back
To East Virginia
I’m going back to that ol'
Dark shed
I remember
What my father said
When he was waiting
On line for bread…
Screaming,
Workers Unite
Dont give up the fight
Workers of the world
unite! unite!
Workers Unite
Dont give up the fight
Workers of the world
Unite! Unite…