And feel that you can't take it anymore
That, in the name of the one above
They're going to run your life
If you feel that fear sticks to your skin
For being a commoner and wanting justice
If you give up, brother, you'll never think for yourself
When they come to ask you
For tithes at month's end
That's why, friend, raise your voice
Say that you never asked for an opinion
And if it's true that there's a God
Let him work from sun to sun
At the bonfire there's drink
It's neither the people nor a lord
If there's no bread for your folks
And you see the abbot so fat
If his virgin wears gold
How are they going to silence
The goldfinch or the canary
If there's no prison or grave
For the libertarian song!
At the bonfire there's drink
It's neither the people nor a lord
At the bonfire there's drink
It's neither the people nor a lord
At the bonfire there's drink
It's neither the people nor a lord