The drink doesn't calm me down anymore

I walk in a sad way, looking at all things.

To everyone I say, "Let him die, everything is fine."

Smoking a big cigarrs, I see hunger and misery,

And I can't do anything, but it's alright.

But the drink doesn't calm me down anymore.

Everything around is rotten and unfair,

Those who have little will have less,

Because those who have a lot want more.

I alone can't do anything,

And it seems like no one else can see,

The world is like a tower,

It's all about money and power.

But the drink doesn't calm me down anymore.

Everything around is rotten and unfair,

Those who have little will have less,

Because those who have a lot want more.

But nothing else works, other than what there is.

That's what they say, of course, my baby.

But in reality, will see hunger and misery..

Because this is the world of the bourgeoisie.

If you want everyone's life, there must be equality.

Look at everything and observe.

Bringing down the tower is revolutionary,

This is the obligation of the righteous.

The whiskey is over. I'll get my revolver.

Everything around is rotten and unfair,

Those who have little will have less,

Because those who have a lot want more.