And you feel that you can't go on
That in the name of the one above they're going to control your life
If you feel that fear sticks to your skin
For being a comunero and wanting justice
If you give up, brother, you'll never think for yourself
When they come to ask you for tithes at the end of the month
And the Holy Inquisition invites you to confess
So, friend, raise your voice
Say that you never asked for an opinion
And if it's true that there's a God that works from sun to sun
Stand up, raise your fist and come
To the pagan party, there's drink at the bonfire
The people and a lord aren't of the same condition
They have the clergy and we have our sweat
If there's no bread for your people
And you see the abbot so fat
If his virgin is dressed in gold, strip her
How are they going to silence the goldfinch or the canary
If there's no prison nor grave for the song of freedom
Stand up, raise your fist and come
To the pagan party, there's drink at the bonfire
The people and a lord aren't of the same condition
They have the clergy and we have our sweat
Stand up, raise your fist and come
To the pagan party, there's drink at the bonfire
The people and a lord aren't of the same condition
They have the clergy and we have our sweat
Stand up, raise your fist and come
To the pagan party, there's drink at the bonfire
The people and a lord aren't of the same condition
They have the clergy and we have our sweat