Poor Man's Heaven
Kind friends, well gather round
There's a dream that I had late last night
There's plenty of land, good soil and sea
We won't have to struggle and fight
It's a poor man's heaven we'll have our way
We won't have nothing to fear, no
With real feather beds to rest their heads
We'll all have one of our own
It's a poor man's heaven to be free
A poor man's heaven to believe
It's a poor man's vision up above
A poor man's heaven to be loved
We'll run up their banks, we'll shoot their cranks
We won't give a damn who we hurt
With the rich man's son we'll have our fun
We'll stick him there shovelling dirt
We'll live on champagne and drive that train
Drink from the day until midnight
If someone should dare to ask our fare
We'll punch him and put out his lights
It's a poor man's heaven to be free
A poor man's heaven to believe
It's a poor man's vision up above
A poor man's heaven to be loved
We'll live at our ease, take all we please
We won't have no-one to fend for
If someone gets smart we'll take him apart
And spread him all over the floor
It's a poor man's heaven we'll have our way
We won't have nothing to fear, no
With real feather beds to rest our heads
We'll all have one of our own
It's a poor man's heaven to be free
A poor man's heaven to believe
It's a poor man's vision up above
A poor man's heaven to be loved
It's a poor man's heaven
It's a poor man's heaven
It's a poor man's heaven
El Cielo del Pobre
Amigos amables, reúnanse
Hubo un sueño que tuve anoche tarde
Hay mucha tierra, buen suelo y mar
No tendremos que luchar y pelear
Es el cielo del pobre, tendremos nuestro camino
No tendremos nada que temer, no
Con verdaderas camas de plumas para descansar sus cabezas
Todos tendremos una propia
Es el cielo del pobre para ser libres
El cielo del pobre para creer
Es una visión del cielo del pobre allá arriba
El cielo del pobre para ser amados
Correremos por sus bancos, dispararemos sus manivelas
No nos importará a quién lastimemos
Con el hijo del hombre rico nos divertiremos
Lo pondremos a cavar tierra allí
Viviremos con champán y conduciremos ese tren
Beberemos desde el día hasta la medianoche
Si alguien se atreve a preguntar por nuestra tarifa
Lo golpearemos y le apagaremos las luces
Es el cielo del pobre para ser libres
El cielo del pobre para creer
Es una visión del cielo del pobre allá arriba
El cielo del pobre para ser amados
Viviremos a nuestro antojo, tomaremos todo lo que queramos
No tendremos a nadie por quien cuidar
Si alguien se pone listo, lo desarmaremos
Y lo esparciremos por todo el piso
Es el cielo del pobre, tendremos nuestro camino
No tendremos nada que temer, no
Con verdaderas camas de plumas para descansar nuestras cabezas
Todos tendremos una propia
Es el cielo del pobre para ser libres
El cielo del pobre para creer
Es una visión del cielo del pobre allá arriba
El cielo del pobre para ser amados
Es el cielo del pobre
Es el cielo del pobre
Es el cielo del pobre