We were peasants But we had no land We were peasants But we had no land We were thin as rakes Always hungry on the little food they gave us Sleeping on straw on earth-floored sheds The straw was the rougher stuff the oxen & mules refused as fodder We were working on the fields Ploughing, sowing & reaping with our sickles In a good year employment might last eight months In a bad year perharps not even six and there was no unemployment pay We were peasants But we had no land We were peasants But we had no land We hated the bourgeoisie They owned the land & treated us like animals There was a hatred between us So great, it couldn't have been greater They didn't have to work to earn a living But we wanted them to treat us like human-beings With respect! With respect! And there was only one way to achive that We were peasants And we took what was ours We were peasants And we took what was ours We took what was ours We took what was ours The bourgeoisie was not needed and we proved it No church, no masters, no guardias Property collectivized We took over the estates No necessity for money to exist Every one would work Exchange with other collectives No need for the state (We were peasants and we were people again)