Poverty For All Lyrics

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Sold by your own
October revolution
Out to the streets
To fight against the tyranny
In 56' we fought the occupation
The young and old
Against the Communist regime

The sorrow, a so-called liberation
The sorrow, a violent domination
Sorrow, the humiliation
Fifty years, the death of a nation

Poverty for all
But freedom's the exception
The Proletariat, now the
Red Bourgeoisie
The murder, the torture
The terror, the famine
Fifty years under the
Communist regimes

The sorrow, a so-called liberation
The sorrow, a violent domination
Sorrow, the humiliation
Fifty years, the death of a nation

The price of freedom,
is worth it to me
Fighting
A revolution
Fighting
For human rights
The Cheka, the Stazi
The human tragedies
The casualties of the state
Fifty years,
a tragic philosophy
Fifty years,
collective suffering
Fifty years,
we're the casualties
of the state

The sorrow, a so-called liberation
The sorrow, a violent domination
Sorrow, the humiliation
Fifty years, the death of a nation

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Sold by your own  
October revolution  
Out to the streets  
To fight against the tyranny  
In 56' we fought the occupation  
The young and old  
Against the Communist regime  
  
The sorrow, a so-called liberation  
The sorrow, a violent domination  
Sorrow, the humiliation  
Fifty years, the death of a nation  
  
Poverty for all  
But freedom's the exception  
The Proletariat, now the  
Red Bourgeoisie  
The murder, the torture  
The terror, the famine  
Fifty years under the  
Communist regimes  
  
The sorrow, a so-called liberation  
The sorrow, a violent domination  
Sorrow, the humiliation  
Fifty years, the death of a nation  
  
The price of freedom,  
is worth it to me  
Fighting  
A revolution  
Fighting  
For human rights  
The Cheka, the Stazi  
The human tragedies  
The casualties of the state  
Fifty years,  
a tragic philosophy  
Fifty years,  
collective suffering  
Fifty years,  
we're the casualties  
of the state  
  
The sorrow, a so-called liberation  
The sorrow, a violent domination  
Sorrow, the humiliation  
Fifty years, the death of a nation

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