Stabs for a Tracksuit

Navajazos Por Un Chandal

The workers no longer thinkYa no piensan los obreros
as their grandparents did,como pensaban los abuelos,
and they tip their hatsy se quitan el sombrero
when the usurer passes by.cuando pasa el usurero.
Then they say it's a lie,Luego dicen que es mentira,
then they say they don't forget,luego dicen que no olvidan,
but there's never a disobediencepero nunca hay desacato
that the union doesn't command.que no mande el sindicato.
And it's very hard to be a workerY es muy duro ser obrero
and feel like a dog,y sentirse como un perro,
always forgiving the master:siempre perdonando al amo:
bad treatment, bad food.malos tratos, malos platos.
And it's well known by allY por todos es sabido
that there was spilled blood,que hubo sangre derramada,
but everything has been lost,pero todo se ha perdido,
there was blood for nothing.hubo sangre para nada.
Now they fight among themselves,Ahora luchan entre ellos,
when the sales arrivecuando llegan las rebajas
they fight over the crumbs.se disputan las migajas.
Stabs for a tracksuit.Navajazos por un chandal.
I don't want to be a worker anymore,Ya no quiero ser obrero,
nor work for the usurer,ni trabajar "pal" usurero,
nor feel like a dog,ni sentirme como un perro,
when I tip my hat.cuando me quito el sombrero.