Song of the one who stays

It's raining.
It's been raining for five days
and we can't go to work.

What is heaven doing to us,
poor men of hunger and flesh?

And it's raining.
It's been raining for five days.
We've been living for five days
without pay.

And it's raining
and we can't go to work.

And I don't want the factories,
the foreign factories,
where so many of my friends
die more then live,
so many friends who've gone away.

And it's raining.
It's been raining for five days,
we've been living for five days without pay,
and it's raining,
and we can't go to work.

It's been raining for five days,
and it's raining, and raining, and raining, and raining.