For though we cannot be saved
When the sheep are controlled
And all other animals overthrown
As the pig silently sleeps
We cry and we weep.
He was just a combination of cruelty and cheap wine
With too much hate in his veins and too much power on his mind.
The eloquent speaker of a well trained circus.
Deaf to lies but we are forced to listen anyhow
He burned the crops and asked us with sweat and blood to rebuild them again.
And we prayed for the rebellion never to have taken place
We wished for the times when the crops belonged to us
the tyranny didn't carry the name of "Communism"
As the pig peacefully eats
We starve and we flee
And we are caught and we are trapped
In our own little rebellion.
He asks the dogs to watch for us
They hunt and kill us
Their main goal is to take the traitors to the mausoleum
As the pig aimlessly speaks
We scream and we creak
We bolt the doors and we arch in our tombs
There are pictures in every barn
We can't pray and we can't drop the bomb
The revolution has turned to a joke
We retreat on his purges
Then we feel the urge to break the rules
And grab a knife and then just…
As the pig painfully dies
We smile and we rise