Piqueteros
Que se vayan todos!
Argentina 2001
Road blockers piqueteros
Daily struggles
Que se vayan todos!
A cry on the way
The sound of sticks resonating
On the asphalt that you keep yours May they all go away!
They have joined the pickets around the workers’ pots
Discussions poured forth in order to escape misery
Unanimous resolution, in general assemblies
Take back what Capital theft
Que se vayan todos!
Take over your own life again
Fellow workers, fellow workers
Standing proud and smart
Que se vayan todos!
You pursue your way…
MTD Solano
Idle unemployed workers
Train station, Veron’s memory
Glides on all the neighborhoods
Expecting nothing, practice
Inventing through action
And horizontality
As principle in function May they all go away!
When 1936 Spanish wind is blowing on Buenos Aires
Workshops school libraries breathe air again
Building homes, community gardens
For building other links, than monetary order
Don’t see any prophet there
Argentina was hungry
When need made its own law
Torpedoing each day
Backing the wall of hate
Of not being useful anymore
Hands who did not find any wage
Will bake their own bread May they all go away!
Produce what you consume and consume what you produce
Even if the struggle is unequal, blocks resist today
As a parcel of memory, which will need to be refreshed
When on this continent, 2001 will appear
Cortes de Ruta Piqueteros
Cortes de Ruta the town explodes
In memory of the “Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo”
Seguimos resistiendo en la calle
Cortes de Ruta you’re not frighten anymore
Under your sheet metal roof it was time
Dignity can’t be bought
Traduction Fred Alpi
