You say it can't happen, it already did
Peasants and workers lived black and red
They fought with their hearts and built with their minds
Anarchist soldiers on the front lines

They won't fuck with us much longer
No matter what

A rural revolt reclaimed the land
Poor farmers replaced cowards who fled
Collective farms based on mutual aid
Abolished money and everyone's paid

They won't fuck with us much longer
No matter what
A stateless society, true fucking liberty
Passion and dignity, FAI and CNT

Living for hundreds of years on our knees
We fight for the right to live as we please
No masters, no slaves, no weaker, no stronger
And you won't fuck with us much longer

The seat of my heroes, the pain of our tears
From waiting for real life for sixty-five years
They can bury our bodies but not our dreams