Die, die

Die, die

I wish I could be there

While you bleed

Red and black

The colours of my freedom

I wish I could be there

While you bleed

Red and black

The colours of my freedom

Your conscience has no colour

Your conscience does not exist

Die, die, die

Die, die, die

Die, die, die

Die, die, die

Die

This is for all the striking workers

This is for all those who have got nothing left

They want us divided

Thеy want us despaired

They want us dividеd

They want us despaired

They want us divided

They want us despaired

They want us divided

They want us despaired

Die, die, die

Die, die, die

Die