David Rovics — Minimum Wage Strike songtekst en vertaling
De pagina bevat de songtekst en de Nederlandse vertaling voor het nummer "Minimum Wage Strike" van David Rovics.
Songteksten
When I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the air
Everything was quiet, things were different everywhere
The Wobblies were back again with Joe Hill at the mic
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike
There was no one pumpin' gasoline, no one drivin' from town to town
No one at the registers, all the highways were shut down
The cars were stuck in the garage, CEOs on bikes
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike
There was no one flippin' burgers, all the grills were cold
Onion rings were in their bags, fries were growin' mold
There were no baristas at Starbucks askin', «How many shots would you like?»
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike
The fruit was fallin' off the trees, no one to load the truck
Corn was rotting on the stalks, no farmhands to shuck
The Workfare workers were hangin' at home, spendin' the day with their tykes
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike
Yuppie parents were housebound, their nannies left the job
Wal-Mart workers said, «Enough of our labor has been robbed»
The Foot Locker was locked up, the boss had to take a hike
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike
When I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the air
Everything was quiet, things were different everywhere
The Wobblies were back again with T-Bone at the mic
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike,
When all the minimum wage workers went on strike
Songtekstvertaling
Toen ik op een ochtend wakker werd, was er een gevoel in de lucht
Alles was rustig, alles was overal anders.
De Wobblies waren terug met Joe Hill bij de mic.
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen
Niemand pompte benzine, niemand reed van stad naar stad.
Niemand bij de kassa, alle snelwegen zijn afgesloten.
De auto 's zaten vast in de garage, CEO' s op fietsen.
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen
Er was niemand die hamburgers bakte, alle grills waren koud.
Uienringen zaten in hun zakken, frietjes werden schimmel.
Er waren geen baristas bij Starbucks die vroegen, " hoeveel shots wil je?»
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen
Het fruit viel van de bomen, niemand om de truck te laden.
De maïs lag te rotten op de stengels, geen boerenknechten om te breken.
De arbeiders hingen thuis de dag door met hun tikken.
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen
Yuppie ouders waren aan huis gebonden, hun kindermeisjes verlieten het werk.
Wal-Mart arbeiders zeiden, " genoeg van onze arbeid is beroofd»
De Foot Locker was afgesloten, de baas moest een wandeling maken.
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen
Toen ik op een ochtend wakker werd, was er een gevoel in de lucht
Alles was rustig, alles was overal anders.
De Wobblies waren terug met T-Bone op de mic.
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen,
Toen alle minimumlonen in staking gingen