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- Tell them - With your orders

Yes... the bailiff wants to speak to you.

Only together.

- Together. - Together.

Friends, sing together

The sad song and crowned work

Only the rich peolple have a fatherland

The Valley and the field, belong to them

Right to the people!

Right to the people!

I had to talk to you

Camarades!

I followed of near the mouvments which had Agitated Hungary

Here like everywhere, the capital Monopolize all the national production

It creates new industries But it asservire agriculture

And ruined the traditional independant exploitation

Would you allow me to go nearer to you?

I want to hear what you are reading. The agricultural population is divided

Into the group of large landowners, capitalist underfarmers

and the masses of landless proletarians.

We have to go through this capitalistic revolutiononce.

It means indescribable suffering for the majority of the people,

But it alone creates

The conditions which ensure a new social system

It creates men and women

Who will have the strength and wish

For the materialization of a new, better social order.

Sincerely yours: Friedrich Engels.

Did you understand anything from this?

I did.

I understand, but did you understand anything?

Let me see!

I want to dispute it with you.

We are workers, We have no freedom

Because instead of luck we were hit by misfortune

Never mind! Never mind!

Long live the worker Long live the rights

Long live the workers' society

We shall break the horn Of that great lord

He shall not give orders For the poor workers

Never mind!

Long live the worker Long live the rights

Long live the workers' society

If we cannot live happily

We shall have to wander away

Never mind!

Long live the worker Long live the rights

Long live the workers' society

You know better than me, that one does not only live on prayers

Here is the food, we can agree

Our patience is running out we consider your movement as a crime against the nation

Against the bread

Still, authorized by the Underfarmers' Society, I repeat my offer

We pay what was always customary in our country

Which you know better than me

Thirty-two bushels of wheat

Thirty-two florins of cash

Thirty-two livres of salts

Permission to keep one cow

One acre of corn field

Hemp field

Two pigs with their yearly offsprings.

If not, not!

You cannot blame me for not trying to help you

For not trying to speak to you.

Leave us, we are sworn men

Drop the guns!

Cowards, dogs, brigands! Gendarmes!

We gave you bread!

- Go away! - I told you, drop it!

Come here, mister bailiff!

Hey, hey, men!

Stop!

Help!

Shout/

Load! Fire!

Is there an independent man among you?

Is there one who does not serve someone else?

- Who is a master of his own destiny? - There is none.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Most of men are not independant.

The masses are born in misery and oppression and die in the same privation.

We are ignorants as our parents were

They do not die from their own, but from someone else's illness.

For we inherited our parents' ignorance, and hand it over to our children.

For we are wearing the yoke of the few!

For we endure the oppression!

We, socialists swear to God

That we shall serve faithfully all our life

We shall not want even the slightest penny of our comrades

That we shall respect our comrades as our brothers and if necessary,

shall die for them!

So help me God!

This is the plan of the brigand

This is the plan of the brigand

To strangle us and ruin

Cannon answered, boom-boom, cannons said Come here, come here,

Cannon answered, boom-boom, cannons said Come here, come here,

Let's dance and celebrate the cannon of the liberator.

The cock of my godmother

Flew onto the fence, the fence

It crows, it crows

My godmother is a whore, is a whore

Godmother do as you like, as you like

I am the cock, you the hen, you the hen

Cadet!

Cadet! Your revolver!

The cat has four legs,

The fifth is its tail,

Off we go to Moldavia, In the land of Moldavia,

The cat has four legs, The fifth is its tail,

Friends, sing together.

The sad song and crowned work

Only the rich peolple have a fatherland

The Valley and the field, belong to them

We built their palate

Who dominate us so proudly

Who dominate us so proudly?

But, what are there for us In theses campaigns?

Nothing is with us, Not a piece

Only our tomb All at the end,

When we leave this bagne

Take care with the hungry people!

All will become insurrectionnists!

They will rise!

They will kill!

Tomorrow, we will bu free!

The wild anger of the tempest struck us

Every damnation of vicious hell upon us

The day for our final attack is nearing

Who knows what the future brings

We look forward with proud hearts,

We carry the red flag of the workers,

With too many lords, there's no freedom

With too many rich, there's even more poor,

With too many pomp, men don't work,

With too much past, the present is poor,

With so much ignorance, there are many tyrants.

Where there are many pharisees, their humanism is rare

We look forward, with proud hearts,

We carry the red flag of the workers,

With us the suffering slaves of the earth,

Will gain a freer and better homeland!

We look forward, with proud hearts,

We carry the red flag of the workers,

With us the suffering slaves of the earth,

Will gain a freer and better homeland!

I was sent to kill you.

The bride is a pretty flower, Her garland is of bluebells,

He is the happy bridegroom, Who can say, she is mine.

The bride is a garland of pearls, Only my heart is sad,

The heart of the bride, and All her heart beats are mine.

The top of the tree is in bloom, Garland is on the head of the girl,

The flowers have to fall, The girl has to marry,

Come my honey, come, For my heart awaits you,

Longing for you, longing for you. If you kiss me I'll be happy,

Pretty girl is you see, The wind plays with her nice hair,

Still until the following day It's unaware off all the chagrin

But the flower will fade The girl must mary

She will know sorrow Its happiness will end

The charrette arrived And soon will teke it along

But says the engaged girl I will never marry.

A beautiful flower is married Its crown is of lily of the valley

Happy is his engaged For which it is intended

The girl is a pearl My heart is heavy because i love him

The heart of the pretty engaged Is mine, entire

Good morning, Adam Balog

In a velvet cap

Good morning, pretty Barbara

Skilled in dancing

- Do you recognize me, men? - Yes, my lord

I want to talk to you, men

Will you listen to me? Men!

You know me very well

You know i didn't come to open up the wounds, but to heal them

You are clever men, workers from the Plain.

You know the situation better here than i do

But in many respects you don't know

You have probably heard the word economy.

But, do you no the most important basic principales

Of economic is that the relationship between offer and demand

Who determines the value of not only the goods but also of human labour,

But you repute this

However, if the price of wheat increases, we need some workers

If the price decrease field workers are in unemployment

You can't solve this even if you own the land

This is the iron law It is so today

And it will be so tomorrow

What can we do?

We have to think in a sober manner.

We need some small farmers

Cheap rental, cultivation, consumer co-operative

funds for the disabled, labour exchange without politics, handicraft

And first and foremost thriftiness

That the Hungarian field workers should acquire moral capitaland later land.

Let me have it!

The leaders of the present social system

System will never voluntarily improve the miserable situation of the working class.

The miserable situation of the working class.

One has to organize everywhere,

So that the power of the organized workers

can be placed against the present autocratic system

Against the actual power

Then we can create new laws

Which will protect the interests of the workers

And ensure the welfare of the people

I don't want to offend but if you can't even read?

Don't you think that first the people have to be raised,

and rights should be given later?

I'm sorry.

He's Dead!

Assassins! Brigands!

You killed him. You killed him!

Get out of here!

Only the ignorant fears and the uneducated frets

The sage learns the nature expects to be studied, to be approached

It slowly opens up its secrets

you learn its laws, , and the dominating great

This was not appreciated by those

Who hindered cognition and knowledge

Those who said you are a heretic and burnt you by the thousands

In the name of superstition Lying that this is the way to salvation.

Although they are only worried for their thousand year old power over you.

Nowadays

They are still obstructing knowledge and cognition

Because this is their greatest enemy.

Learn man and the acquaintance with nature will teach you

how to rid yourself of your tyrants.

Here is the bread: For it they sin and rebel

But in the evening, fear will descend upon them

And at dawn they will not exist,

And will be trembling in front of our angry Lord

Rights for the people!

Don't approach Balint!

Are you with the priest?

You're not our brother anymore, and you are not your own master.

I tell you comrades

Don't offend anybody,

Until you've heard what everyone has to say

A socialist man is open to every thought

And is willing to dispute.

I don't listen to you, priest, I don't dispute with a priest

Neither do I... neither do i.

Pastoral letter of His Eminence, Louis, the Bishop of Csanad, to his misguided flock

If the people move

As if the dissatisfied part of the earth throbbed

It leaves the ungrateful rocks and becomeshomeless in its soul

The ideas of God, country, king and freedom die out of his bosom

My people, there are those who rob the people.

Here are heretics, pagans, Jews, and other denominatio

But you, my flock, did not turn against the guilty,

but against the whole of society

The hungry man the desperate man

Sees an enemy in everybody who does not starve and whose members are clad in decent clothes

Come on, stab and cut, lead the attack of the peasants!

Come on, stab and cut, lead the attack of the peasants!

Save us Lord from orphancy! Save us Lord!

Save us Lord from widowhood!

Save us Lord from emigration!

From eating the sugar beet

Save us our Lord!

From cabbage without meat

Save us our Lord!

From starvation

Save us our Lord!

From the holes in the boots

Save us our Lord!

Of perforated boots

Save us our Lord!

From carrying it on our back

Save us our Lord!

From slavery

Save us our Lord!

Have you got a weapon, old man?

Rights for the people.

Homeland for the workers!

Do you remember what you taught us?

Man, never touch a weapon, a killing, man destroying tool!

Because we want to make reality of the prophecy of Isaiah when he said that

They shall beat their swords into plowshares

And the lion shall eat straw like the ox

And there will be no violence between the people

But take this axe now, for us,

For our poverty.

My hand trembles respected comrades

Not because I fear you but because tears fell too many times

from my eyes and now again. I turn to you with begging words.

Don't forget what you are pushing us into because of the immaturity of the people

A sober socialist doesn't destroy

Whatever offense we suffered

We should not create confusion

Workers, let us organize the peaceful party and don't rebel

Let us ask for a protective law from those who can supply it,

but don't create scandal.

The socialist people means the conscious workers

let us not dirty the name.

Forward friends , under the flag of dear Jesus

The help of the brave,

Ends in victory

Trust,

For Jesus will come and He is the commander.

Women say the blessing, the way you used to.

These have come from the great misery

And washed their clothes,

And bleached their clothes

, in the blood of the Lamb

Therefore, they stand in front of the royal seat of the Lord

And serve Him day and night in his temple

And who sits in the royal seat

Extends his tent over their heads

They do not starve

They do not thirst

The Sun does not scorch them and nothing else

Because the Lamb, who sits in the middle of the royal seat,

Lets them graze

And the living well of the water carries them

And God wipes all the tears from their eyes.

Our Father, in the body of the chairman

Hallowed be thy person, through the respect and devotion towards the people

Socialism, thy kingdom come

Here and all over the world!

Through the respect and devotion towards the people

The taxes should be less,

Bread should be more and life easier

People,

free yourself from the common oppressor of human rights

For they deserve their punishment which they drew on themselves

For oppressing rights and equality

Money, let us not into temptation

, for through you, many sell their principles

And join the oppressors of the people as slaves.

The world of science should enlighten our brains

To accomplish this holy cause!

Amen!

I supplement this Lord's prayer!

Listen! Mates! The time has come, our time!

Who do not work shall not eat, from the bread wetted with our sweat.

The land belongs to nobody but the fruit to everybody

The fruit of the earth belongs to everybody.

The fruit of the earth belongs to everybody.

If anything happens to us, if we went forever

If you never saw us

Remember: The land belongs to those who cultivate it

Tell those who hide as cowards behind the back of the infants

That we despise them, They are not Hungarians,

For the Hungarians are chivalrous, honest, frank and patriotic.

Tell them that I, Aladar Petko-Szautner sends them the message,

I will not fight against them,

They can go wherever they like, but they should remember

That Hungarian society will only be gallant with gallant Hungarian workers

They have ten minutes to retreat!

They don't call me - Gendarme,

I won't do anything wrong

I won't be a jailer of anybody,

I won't help to skin the people

I wasn't brought up to be a soldier

To serve a miserable government,

I won't be the mercenary of anybody

But the true and faithful fighter for the idea.

Janos Fekete Nagy Are you approaching us?

I am approaching.

Godparents, are you holding him tightly

We are holding him tightly

Bring him nearer

We brought him nearer.

Janos Fekete Nagy, did you come voluntarily?

Voluntarily.

What were you before?

The oppressor of the people, a servant of the lords.

What do you want to be?

A faithful colleague.

Repent and confess.

I confess that out of cowardice, meanness and led

By the promises of a tempting future

, I blindly followed the orders of the people's oppressors

I even engaged in evil affairs

I abandoned my honest work for a lighter life

, I disowned my own mother

and the working people

People from which i sprang.

Do you feel repentance and sorrow?

Deep repentance and

Sincere regret.

Godparents,

Are you ready to accept the burden of this man

In front of whole workers' society?

We are ready.

Because instead of luck, We were hit by misfortune,

never mind! Never mind!

Long live the worker, long live the rights

, long live the workers' society.

We are workers we have no freedom,

Because instead of luck, we were hit by misfortune

, never mind! Never mind!

Long live the worker, long live the rights

, long live the workers' society

Put me down, comrades

How could I patronize anybody

When I myself am a feeble human

And so are my friends?

How could you take you under my protection?

Me and my friends are well weak

I can only say that the reason for the misery and tribulations of the people

Is the lack of land of which it has been deprived

The humanity common goods

The happiness of the people will be restored by recovering the land

The people do not need patronization but independent action.

Don't believe, comrades, that i and my friends can accomplish the worldwide work

And equality of wealth

That will be accomplished by the enlightened people.

...with the butt of the rifle,

And with the hand,

and with bayonet,

And all along, oh, and not for the potatoes or for the beans

But always hey, hey, hey... Death has three rules?

First comes a red cart

And under the grass

Hey... There is stupidity and blind belief,

Janos Szanto is dead

Janos Baksa is dead

And always all along

Until the end,

until the final end,

really, really

And there, then, hey...

The stone will be hard

And the butter soft,

And there is nothing else,

Anly, and there is nothing else nothing at all.

I swear by the living God

That I regret my socialist oath

And declare it null and void

I swear that i will never participate

In any movement against the valid laws and legal order

And will keep clear.

If anybody tries to violate this oath i will report it to the court

I will report it to the court

So help me God

Comrades! I do not fear such an oath, because it has no power over me,

because it has no power over me

But regard me closely when i stand in front of you

Watch my eyes, there is only one truth in them, which I confirm in front of you, however,

I beg you,

Give me strength through your mercy to be able to disown my comrades and my belief.

Even if you don't answer look upon me as your good comrade

Who you will always remember.

Mates!

I can return to work, perhaps the wife and children will survive...

Comrades! You taught me many good things

But I must say I cannot conceive the demands of the idea

The chaos, and I quote the Bible:

We run towards destruction

Destruction will ruin the Earth

The Earth will break and shake

Like those who are drunk and will slide like a shack

His crime will press him

He will fall and never rise

Time born for sorrow, Fog producing wind,

Time born for sorrow, Fog producing wind,

I have been consumed

By this past year

By this past year

Cette trop longue ann�e

Hey, if I...

...knew which road to take

...knew which road to take

I would plough it.

All along,

Until the end

Until the end

Of the end

Really for good.

And then there

Hey, the stone will be hard

And the butter soft

And there is nothing else only those.

If an old man goes into the vineyard

Ad finds a nut,

Hepicks it up and plants it somewhere

He is well aware that he will not enjoy its fruit

Oly the future generation

I feel like that too.

I know we shall not accomplish what we are fighting for

But we want to plant

A tree which will bear fruit for the future.

Comrades!! We are empty-handed against the hangmen of the power

We cannot take revenge for the blood curdling acts

Don't let us be halted

By the terror and its mercenaries!

I know Joska, you have an order

And if you are given an order you will even kill your father.

We are workers we have no freedom

Because instead of luck, we were hit by misfortune

Never mind! Never mind!

Long live the worker, long live the rights

long live the workers' society!