Tag: labor
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October
We march in abandoned joy / into the newborn dawn. / Happy holiday, Moscow! / Bialystok sends its regards!
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March of the Unemployed
Mordkhe Gebirtig / One Two Three Four / unemployed are we / haven’t heard month’s long / the factory’s hammering sound / tools lay cold forgotten / rust has made them rotten / and we walk around the streets / like the wealthy here and there / like the wealthy here and there