Dan Berglund - The murdered people's free republic (De mördades fria republik) English translation (by me): I ate my porridge and read the newspaper, took the bag in my hand and kissed the missus, the snow was deep and the night had seen my steps, here on the road, where I had walked for the past thirteen years. And on this day, the wind blew from north, we welded on the deck thirty meters above ground. Then I heard a roar, and someone shouted: -Sven!: but all disappeared in blood and fire and night came again. Then I woke up, in a coffin made of spruce, and thought that this didn't look so good; and the missus cried, and looked like a ghost, while the priest prayed to God with his nose high in the sky. I then was lowered down, into my small home, and started rolling my thumbs in my quiet loneliness, when I heard someone say: -Dear comrade and corpse; Welcome to the murdered people's free republic. And down there beside stones, beside roots, sand and earth, people were laying in rows, the whole place was full: of women and men, that had worked once upon a time, and they rose up so the earth shook and started to sing a song: "We were murdered in the Swedish industries, we are five hundred every year that are slaughtered like pigs, in the factories where they use us like disposables, and the biggest murderer of all is Jacob Wallenberg. We were the ones who kept his factory going, we were the ones who fell, and were carried out as corpses we bowed to the hangman, we made him fat and prosperous, while the social democrats and the union ran and polished his shoes. Now we demand vengeance, hear our furious cry, it is heard through the machines' sound in every factory, it is heard in the wind's whoosh and in the high pine trees' cries, and it requires you to do your duty and avenge us some time. And through the machinery we are singing for you all: * Study Marx and Lenin and arise, class against class, the fight must stand, and in silence we will then arise and be with you." * Nowadays, the line is: Make sure to wake up and arise some time.
We now demand revenge, hear our bitter cry It is heard through the machines in every factory It is heard in the blowing wind and in the melodies of high pine trees And it calls for you to do your duty and avenge us And through the machines we sing for you Study Marx and Lenin and unite Class against class the battle must be And in silence we will rise up and be with you then
My english translation: As dawn broke, I stirred my porridge pot. Skimmed through the news, tied my shoes in a knot. Heading out to the door I kissed my wife goodbye. Walking in the snow I didn’t know I’d die. The wind blew north on that bitter day, Welding on decks, with quite a modest pay. Then I heard a roar, and someone shouted, "Sven!", The world faded in the flames and night fell again. Then I awoke in a coffin made of pine, It was rather tragic this damned this fate of mine. My love in tears, asking herself "why"? While the priest prayed to God, nose pointed at the sky. I was lowered to my humble cell, Twiddling my thumbs in a silent farewell. Then a voice said: "comrade among the slain, Welcome to the republic where the murdered reign. Amongst the stones, roots, sand, and loam, Lay people in rows, the Earth as their home. Women and men who once toiled in pain, rose up so the earth shook and sang this refrain. In the industry we met our doom. Hundreds a year are led to their tomb. In the factories where they drain our soul, And the biggest murderer is Wallenberg the ghoul. We kept his factories running day and night, but not all of us left them upright. Forced to manufacture our own noose, but socdems and the unions were polishing his shoes. We demand vengeance, our battle cry is clear, Through the clatter of machines, it's what you'll hear. In the winds' whispers and the forest's plea, it demands that you act, and set our spirits free. And through the machines, our voices sing to thee, Study Marx and Lenin, unite and be free. Class against class, the battle must commence. And we’ll rise, amidst the fight, to help in your defence.
Translation experiment, pt 1: We were murdered in the Swedish industry We are five-hundred each year who are slaughtered like swine In the factorys where they drain our bodies And the worst murderer of them all is Jacob Wallenberg It was we who held his factory running It was we who fell and were carried out as corpses We bowed for the executioner and fattened him While the Social Democrats and the union were polishing his shoes
Fan vad bra ! Lyssnade och spelade ofta denna på gitarr när jag var tonåring. Morsan var vaaansinnig eftersom jag ofta hakade upp mig inför sista raden inna klass mot klass. men - jag tänker nu - är det någon tonåring överhuvudtaget som lyssnar på sådan musik ?
Juholt. Åh jag blir så arg! Men kom inte med argumentet "studera och jobba hårt!". Det funkade kanske på din mosters tid, för tjugo trettio år sedan. Idag handlar allt om kontakter.
Dan Berglund - The murdered people's free republic (De mördades fria republik)
English translation (by me):
I ate my porridge and read the newspaper,
took the bag in my hand and kissed the missus,
the snow was deep and the night had seen my steps,
here on the road, where I had walked for the past thirteen years.
And on this day, the wind blew from north,
we welded on the deck thirty meters above ground.
Then I heard a roar, and someone shouted: -Sven!:
but all disappeared in blood and fire and night came again.
Then I woke up, in a coffin made of spruce,
and thought that this didn't look so good;
and the missus cried, and looked like a ghost,
while the priest prayed to God with his nose high in the sky.
I then was lowered down, into my small home,
and started rolling my thumbs in my quiet loneliness,
when I heard someone say: -Dear comrade and corpse;
Welcome to the murdered people's free republic.
And down there beside stones, beside roots, sand and earth,
people were laying in rows, the whole place was full:
of women and men, that had worked once upon a time,
and they rose up so the earth shook and started to sing a song:
"We were murdered in the Swedish industries,
we are five hundred every year that are slaughtered like pigs,
in the factories where they use us like disposables,
and the biggest murderer of all is Jacob Wallenberg.
We were the ones who kept his factory going,
we were the ones who fell, and were carried out as corpses
we bowed to the hangman, we made him fat and prosperous,
while the social democrats and the union ran and polished his shoes.
Now we demand vengeance, hear our furious cry,
it is heard through the machines' sound in every factory,
it is heard in the wind's whoosh and in the high pine trees' cries,
and it requires you to do your duty and avenge us some time.
And through the machinery we are singing for you all:
* Study Marx and Lenin and arise,
class against class, the fight must stand,
and in silence we will then arise and be with you."
* Nowadays, the line is:
Make sure to wake up and arise some time.
* Nowadays, the line is:
Make sure to wake up and arise some time.
Ja om man är klassförrädare och sosse
Correction: Nowadays the * line is "Study Marx and Lenin and Mao Tse-tung!"
Jag har gått till jobbet i många fler år än den där knegaren. 13 år är ingenting . Sven var det han hette va?
Jag är inte Marxist-Leninist men det här är fortfarande jävligt bra.
Jäva Anka
+Black Flag Proletarian tyvärr är socialism äckligt och dåigt nu för tiden.
+Pojen Pojensson dåligt*
+Black Flag Proletarian Du är för dålig för att kasta sten.
Fy fan, det här ju guld! Riktigt bra!
Japp jag lyssnar på sådan musik, typ varje dag.
We now demand revenge, hear our bitter cry
It is heard through the machines in every factory
It is heard in the blowing wind and in the melodies of high pine trees
And it calls for you to do your duty and avenge us
And through the machines we sing for you
Study Marx and Lenin and unite
Class against class the battle must be
And in silence we will rise up and be with you then
Dan Berglund du äger på denna låt!!!
70 personer för mycket.
Leve arbetarrörelsen!
Vart hittade du den här versionen? Rippade du den från en LP eller hittade du den på någon hemsida?
Rippade från LP
Vilken jävla låt asså.
My english translation:
As dawn broke, I stirred my porridge pot. Skimmed through the news, tied my shoes in a knot. Heading out to the door I kissed my wife goodbye. Walking in the snow I didn’t know I’d die.
The wind blew north on that bitter day, Welding on decks, with quite a modest pay. Then I heard a roar, and someone shouted, "Sven!", The world faded in the flames and night fell again.
Then I awoke in a coffin made of pine, It was rather tragic this damned this fate of mine. My love in tears, asking herself "why"? While the priest prayed to God, nose pointed at the sky.
I was lowered to my humble cell, Twiddling my thumbs in a silent farewell. Then a voice said: "comrade among the slain, Welcome to the republic where the murdered reign.
Amongst the stones, roots, sand, and loam, Lay people in rows, the Earth as their home. Women and men who once toiled in pain, rose up so the earth shook and sang this refrain.
In the industry we met our doom. Hundreds a year are led to their tomb. In the factories where they drain our soul, And the biggest murderer is Wallenberg the ghoul.
We kept his factories running day and night, but not all of us left them upright. Forced to manufacture our own noose, but socdems and the unions were polishing his shoes.
We demand vengeance, our battle cry is clear, Through the clatter of machines, it's what you'll hear. In the winds' whispers and the forest's plea, it demands that you act, and set our spirits free.
And through the machines, our voices sing to thee, Study Marx and Lenin, unite and be free. Class against class, the battle must commence. And we’ll rise, amidst the fight, to help in your defence.
Translation experiment, pt 1:
We were murdered in the Swedish industry
We are five-hundred each year who are slaughtered like swine
In the factorys where they drain our bodies
And the worst murderer of them all is Jacob Wallenberg
It was we who held his factory running
It was we who fell and were carried out as corpses
We bowed for the executioner and fattened him
While the Social Democrats and the union were polishing his shoes
Fan vad bra ! Lyssnade och spelade ofta denna på gitarr när jag var tonåring. Morsan var vaaansinnig eftersom jag ofta hakade upp mig inför sista raden inna klass mot klass. men - jag tänker nu - är det någon tonåring överhuvudtaget som lyssnar på sådan musik ?
flodah01201 sent som fan men är 17 o lyssnar på denna
Also 17, also listening to this.
18 now, discovered this type of music at 15 and this song 1.5 years ago.
17
Vi finns kvar! Jobbet är inte färdigt än.
jag också!
Juholt. Åh jag blir så arg! Men kom inte med argumentet "studera och jobba hårt!". Det funkade kanske på din mosters tid, för tjugo trettio år sedan. Idag handlar allt om kontakter.
@Narre5 Om skolsystemet hade fungerat så skulle folk som har de svårt i skolan fått hjälp och vilja att studera
Pojen Pojensson Vad fan gör du ska ska du bara vänta på att andra ska börja eller
@Uyusanis Numera heter de KP. Finns i hela landet. Bara att höra av sig till KP/ RKU.
@Epifon311
OI! Old news is old. Se problemen som dom är idag och inte som igår (i det här fallet, 30-40 år sen)
det intressanta med kapitalismens utveckling att till stor del så finns det problemen inom klassramarna som fans för 100 år sedan fortfarande idag
@suspect899 en svensk tiger har också gjort en punkcover, finns på deras myspace
Finns det någon rock coover på den här låten?
Den enda jag känner till ua-cam.com/video/BMtY4aOBvow/v-deo.html
Hämnden är nära, kamrater.
ken berglund har fan rätt
I came here because of MUF. Ni vet, på den tiden då Moderaterna var bra.
+James May När har Moderaterna varit bra?
+Gustav Napalmrain När de hette Högerpartiet de konservativa
När vi Nationalister har makten ska både ni högermän och kommunister brännas på samma bål. Ni kommer få stå där bundna rygg emot rygg :) Så gulligt...
själv föredrar jag dom när dom hette allmänna valförbundet och var mot allmän rösträtt
och ironi åt sido. vad fan gör nazisten här?
inga krig utom klasskrig!
Tordönsstämman sitter bättre i live-versionen. Studioversionen lite lamare
No class but class war säger jag bara!
Wilhelm Andersson du menar No war but Class war
Lulle det är inte att vi vill ha mer, alla ska ha lika. Prata inte om saker du inte vet nått om