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In open fields where flails are swung And songs are posed between them A wreath abides and summer flowers With cakes all strung together Four sticks for legs, two for horns The last sheaf waits for reaping Children run and neighbors turn All is safely gathered The threshers will tear out the best And heads and hearts are broken One last stroke to kill the goat Blackened faces bleating Give us wine or money Lead us round the houses Wrapped in fur and feathers Stuffed with straw and leaves The plant that feeds the animal The endless circulations The children have been told to kill And taught to pray for plenty And on the earth where blood is spilt The few must feed the many Letras de cancionesGive us wine or money... And that's all that's ever seen It goes on forever One last bond left between The lost and disconnected Give us wine or money... From Letras Mania