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RED PSALM

- Send her over there.
- Yes sir.

The bailiff wants
to talk to you.

Only together.

Together

Together.

Together.

Come, companions, let us sing

The sad and sacred song of work

The rich are
masters of this land

The valley and the field
belong to them...

Rights for the people!

Rights for the people!

I want to talk to you.

"Dear Comrades,
I've been watching with keen interest

the recent movements
emerging in Hungary.

In Hungary, like elsewhere, Capital
is taking over the national production.

Besides creating new industries,
it subjugates agriculture,

disrupts time-honoured processes
and destroys independent farming."

May I come nearer?

I'd like to hear
what you're reading.

"The agricultural
population is divided

into big landowners
and landless proletarians.

We must survive
this capitalist revolution.

It brings indescribable
suffering to the masses,

but it alone creates
the conditions

which will make
a new social order possible.

It will create the men and women
who have the strength and the will

to found this new,
better social order.

Yours sincerely,
Friedrich Engels."

Did you understand any of that?

I understood perfectly
well. Did you?

Let me see.
I want to discuss this with you!

We are the workers,
we have no freedom

Instead of good fortune
we have misery

Never mind! Never mind!
Long live the workers!

Long live equal rights!

Long live the workers' society!

And if happiness and plenty fail

All of us will rise
And make the long trek

Never mind! Never mind!
Long live the workers!

Long live equal rights!
Long live the workers' society!

If we cannot live happily

We'll have to travel far

Never mind! Never mind!
Long live the workers!

Long live equal rights!
Long live the workers' society!

As you know, man does not live
by the Word of God alone.

If we reach an agreement,
you'll get food.

Your movement is a crime
against the nation,

a crime against our wellbeing!

Still, I'll make you
the offer once more.

We offer you what has always been
customary in this country, as you know.

32 bushels of wheat,

32 forints in cash,

32 pounds of salt,

permission to keep one cow,

one acre for growing maize,

one for hemp,

two hogs with their
yearly offspring.

Take it or leave it!

You can't accuse me
of not having tried to help you...

...or of not having tried
to talk to you!

Leave us alone,
we're under oath!

Throw down your arms!

Cowards, dogs,
that's what you are!

We gave you bread!

- Get the hell out of here!
- Throw them down, I said!

Mr Bailiff!
Come here, would you?

Hey! men!

Stop!

Help me.

Load!

Fire!

Is there a free man among you?

Anyone who does not serve others?
Who is master of his fate? No one!

Fire!

The majority of mankind
isn't yet human -

the masses live and die
in poverty and oppression!

They die of the
sickness of others!

We inherit the ignorance of our parents
and pass it on to our children!

We carry the burden of the few!

And endure oppression!

We socialists, swear
to God Almighty...

...that we shall serve
the Cause till we die!

That we shall not covet
even a penny of our comrades!

That we shall treat our comrades
as brothers, dying for them if need be!

So help us God!

The evil tyrant has a plan

He wants to suffocate us!

But all is well
Our cannon will give him the answer

Come and celebrate
our liberator's cannon with us!

The neighbour's rooster
flew to the top of the fence

And there it crows, there it crows
That the neighbour is a whore

So lady, let's play a game
I'll be the rooster, you be the hen...

Cadet!

Your revolver!

The cat has four legs
The fifth is its tail

On we go to Moldavia
To the land of Moldavia

The cat has four legs
The fifth is its tail

Come, companions, let us sing

The sad but sacred song of work

The rich are
masters of this land

The valley and the
field belong to them

We built their castles

Which overlook us proudly

Which overlook us proudly

But what is there
for us in this land?

Nothing is ours,
not a piece of land

Only the grave is ours

When the end comes

Ours is only hunger and poverty

But we all will revolt

And those who come to fight

Let them die
But tomorrow we will be free!

Down came the raging tempest

We're afflicted by
Hell's every curse

Now the day is breaking
On the ultimate test

Our fate may change
For better or for worse

We look forward
with proud hearts

We carry the red flag
of the workers...

Where there are many masters,
there is no freedom.

Where there are many rich,
there are still more poor.

Where there is pomp and ceremony
people are idle.

Where there is a long history,
the present is poor.

Where many are ignorant,
there the tyrants number most.

Where there are many Pharisees
is where charity is rarest.

Yet facing the battle,
firm and united

Lifting our scarlet flag
We proudly stand

With us all the world's slaves
And the exploited

Will fight to find a
free and happy land!

Yet facing the battle,
firm and united

Lifting our scarlet flag
We proudly stand

With us all the slaves
And the exploited of the world

Will fight to find a
free and happy land!

They sent me here
to kill all of you.

The bride is a pretty flower
Her garland is made of bluebells

He is the happy bridegroom
who can say, "She is mine"

The bride is a garland of pearls
Only my heart is sad

The heart of the bride
And all her heartbeats are mine

The treetop is in bloom
The girl wears a garland in her hair

The flowers must fall
The girl must marry

Come my darling, come
For my heart awaits you

Longing for you, longing for you
If you kiss me, I'll be happy

A pretty girl is all you see
The wind dances in her hair

Until the following day
Unaware of all the disappointments

But the flower will fade
The girl must marry

She will know sorrow
Her happiness will end

The chariot has arrived
And soon will take her away

But the bride-to-be says,
"I will never marry"

A beautiful flower is married
In a crown of lily of the valley

He is the happy bridegroom
who can say, "She is mine"

She is a pearl
My heart is heavy because I love her

The heart of the bride
And all her heartbeats are mine

Good morning, Adam Balogh,
with the velvet cap

Good morning, fair Barbara,
with the spring in her step

Yellow, crimson,
all the ornaments...

- Do you recognise me, men?
- Yes, my lord.

...put it here and there!

That's a good chap

You are the bravest chap
My friend, Tyukodi

Bercsényi, Bezeredi,
Bottyén, Thõkõly

Ulészlé, Hunyadi,
my friend, Apafy

Pal, Osz and Jurisics,
Koppény and Dugovich

Velvet and silk, put
it here and there

That's a good chap!

I'd like to talk
with you people.

Are you going to listen to me?

Men, you know me well.

I haven't come to reopen old
wounds, but to heal them.

You're intelligent people,
workers of the lowlands.

You know the present situation
better than I do.

But there are things
you can't know.

The word "economy"
is not new to you.

Yet, you refute one
of its basic laws:

that supply and demand determine
not only the value of goods,

but also the value
of human labour.

If the price of wheat goes up,
labour will be needed.

Otherwise it will
result in unemployment.

No matter who owns the land,
this is an iron law.

Just as valid today in 1898

as it will be tomorrow.

What can we do?

We have to think logically.
Cheap smallholdings, settlements, co-ops,

funds for the disabled,
a labour exchange free from politics,

handicrafts and, above
all, economising,

to enable you to acquire moral capital,
and, some day, land of your own.

Let me have it.

The leaders
of the present social system

will never relieve
the distress...

...of the working classes,
by their own will.

We must organise ourselves,

so one day the organised workers
can set their own power

against the present
autocratic system.

Then it will be
possible to make laws

protecting the interests of the workers,
and ensuring the welfare of the people.

I don't want to offend you,
but you can't even read.

Shouldn't the people be educated
first and then given rights?

I'm sorry.

He's dead.

Murderers! Scoundrels!
You killed him!

You killed him!

Get away from here!

Only ignorant people are timorous,
only they tremble. The wise man studies.

Nature waits for you to approach
and understand her.

Then she will reveal
to you her secrets,

the laws and relationships
that govern her.

There are those
who stood in the way of knowledge.

They called you heretics,
and burned you by the thousands,

in the name of superstition,
all for your own "salvation".

But all they fear is losing the power
they have held over you for millennia.

They are still standing
in the way of knowledge.

For this is their
greatest enemy.

Learn! Knowledge of nature
will teach you to rid yourself of tyrants!

Lo, the bread that
men sin and rebel for.

But at night,
fears and doubt haunt them,

by dawn they are no more,

and they will cower
before a wrathful God!

Rights for the people!

Don't come near, Bélint.

Siding with priests?

You're no longer our brother,
nor your own master!

Listen comrades...

Until we've heard everyone,

we must forget our resentments.

True socialists listen
to every new idea,

and discuss them.

I don't listen to priests,
nor argue with them.

- Nor do I.
- Nor I.

His Eminence Bishop Lajos wrote
to his wayward flock:

"Any uprising by
the people is fatal,

almost as if the heart of the
Earth had rebelled.

The souls of the people
would become homeless.

Ideals like God, king, country,
die in their hearts.

There are people who rob you.

Unbelievers, pagans, Jews...

But instead of turning against
them, you turn against society.

The hungry, the desperate, see enemies
in those well fed and decently clothed.

Forward now, cut and hack
Lead the peasant's bold attack!

Hey ho!

Save us, Lord,
from being orphans!

Deliver us from widowhood.

Deliver us from emigration.

- From feeding on fodder beets.
- Deliver us, oh Lord!

- From cabbage without meat.
- Deliver us, oh Lord!

- From dying of starvation.
- Deliver us, oh Lord!

- From 16-hour work days.
- Deliver us, oh Lord!

- From ragged boots.
- Deliver us, oh Lord!

- From struggling under heavy
loads. - Deliver us, oh Lord!

- From slavery.
- Deliver us, oh Lord!

Have you got a weapon?

Rights for the people!

A homeland for the workers!

Remember what you
used to teach us?

"Man, never take a weapon
in your hand!

For we want to accomplish
the prophecy of Isaiah:

swords shall be beaten into ploughshares,
the lion shall feed with the lamb,

and violence shall be no more."

But now, take this, for us,
for our poverty.

My hand is trembling, comrades.
Not for fear of you.

But because I've shed
many tears over you.

I beg you to reconsider
what you're leading us into.

Sober socialists
refrain from ravage.

However grave the of fence,

troublemaking is
not in our interest.

Let ours be a peace-loving
Party. No riots.

Let us demand laws
that protect the workers,

but let us avoid scandal.

The word "Socialist"
means a self-conscious worker.

Let us not sully this name.

I am so sad I could almost die
But I still act cheerfully

I still act cheerfully

Things are not the
way they used to be

A different sun
shines in the sky

Things are not the way they used to be
A different sun shines in the sky

Not the same sun
not the same moon...

Go forward, friends
Under the flag of beloved Jesus

The way of the brave
leads to victory

Trust in Jesus, for he will come
He is the true leader...

Women, give him your blessings
as only you can.

These are the ones
who have come out of great poverty.

They have washed

and bleached their garments
in the blood of the lamb.

Therefore, they kneel
before the throne of the Lord,

and serve Him night and day
in His temple.

And He who sits upon the throne,

spreads His canopy over them.

No longer will they starve,

no longer will they thirst,

no longer will the sun
or any heat scorch them.

For the lamb who sits on the throne
leads them to green pastures

and they are borne
on living waters,

and God wipes away every tear
from their eyes.

Take this over there!

Our Father, who
should be President,

hallowed be Thy name,
by the devotion of the people.

Socialism, thy kingdom come...

...to us as to the whole world!

People, thine will be done,

so our tax burdens be reduced

and make it easier
to earn our daily bread.

Oh people, deliver yourselves
from your oppressors,

but do not forgive the tyrants
their trespasses,

as they deserve punishment

for denying human
rights and equality.

Money, lead us not
into temptation,

for many of us sell our ideals
for your sake,

and serve our
oppressors as slaves.

Science, enlighten our minds,

so that we bring our sacred
Cause to a good end.

Amen.

I'll add to this Lord's Prayer.
Listen to me.

Comrade workers, the time has
come, our time has come.

He who does not work,
will not eat of the bread we toiled for.

The Earth belongs to no one,
but its fruits belong to all!

The fruits of the
Earth belong to all!

If anything should happen to us,

if you never see us again,
remember this:

the land belongs
to those who cultivate it.

Tell the cowards hiding behind
the children that we despise them.

To us they're not Hungarians.

Hungarians are chivalrous,
honest, open and patriotic.

Tell them that I,
Aladar Petkó-Szautner,

will not fight against them.

But they should remember:

Hungarian society will only be
kind to honourable workers.

I'll give you ten
minutes to disperse.

Don't make me be a gendarme

To do awful things

A constable's man I shall not be

To plague the people,
that I would never do!

I wasn't brought
up to be a soldier

To serve a wretched government

I won't be anyone's mercenary,

But a true and faithful fighter
for the Cause.

Jénos Fekete-Nagy,
is that you approaching?

Yes, it is.

Godparents, are you holding him?

We are.

Bring him nearer.

We've brought him nearer.

- Have you come of your own free
will? - I have.

What were you until now?

An oppressor of the people.
A servant of the rich.

- What do you want to be?
- A loyal comrade.

Repent your sins and confess.

Out of cowardice,
a base lust for money,

and tempted
by promises of a happy future,

I blindly obeyed
the exploiters of the people.

I did wicked things.

I abandoned honest work
for an easy life.

I denied my mother and
the working people from whom I come.

Do you truly repent your sins?

I truly and sincerely
repent them.

Godparents, are you willing
to bear the burden

of this man's sins
before the whole working class?

We are.

We are workers,
we have no freedom

We are cloaked in mourning,
not good fortune

Never mind! Never mind!
Long live the workers!

Long live equal rights!
Long live workers' society!

We will teach a lesson
to that great lord

He will no longer command
the poor workers

Long live our supporters!

Put me down, comrades.

How could I give
you my protection?

My friends and I are very weak.

I'll only tell you this:
the reason for the misery of the people

is that their inherent right to the land,
the common wealth of humanity,

was taken from them.

They'll be happy again
if they take it back.

For it is not support
they need, but action.

Do not think
that equality in work and property

can be implemented by me
and my few companions.

This will not be achieved by us,
but by the enlightened people.

With the butt of the gun
And, finally, the bare hand

And with the bayonet

And on, until the end

Not for potatoes and not for
beans Just on and on

But always, hey, hey, hey...

Death has three rules

First comes the cart
And under the grass, hey...

There is stupidity
and blind belief

Jénos Szénté is dead

Jénos Baksa is dead

And always, until the very end,
The end of the end,

Truly, really

And there, then, hey...

The stone is hard
And the butter soft

And there is nothing else
Nothing at all

And there is nothing else

Nothing at all

I swear by God Almighty

that I repent my socialist oath,

that I consider
it null and void.

I pledge my word
never to take part

in any movement directed
against the established laws

and the established order.

Should my present oath
be threatened by anyone,

I shall inform the
Court of Justice.

So help me God!

Comrades, I am not
afraid of this oath.

It has no power over me.

Look at me, look into my eyes.

In them you'll only see the
promise I made to you.

But now strengthen me
with your forgiveness

so that I can deny my comrades
and my creed.

Look at me as you would look
at a good companion

whom you'll always remember.

Companions, I've been one of you
- a poor, landless man.

If I can go back to work now,
my wife and my children may survive.

Comrades, you've given us
many valuable teachings.

But I can no longer grasp
the demands of the Cause, the riots...

In the words of the Scriptures:

"We're rushing to our destruction,
the Earth will be corrupted,

it will fall to pieces,
its sins will weigh it down.

It will fall and
never rise again."

Oh days, gloomy and sad,
windborne grey fogs

Oh days, gloomy and sad,
windborne grey fogs

Oh, this one year
Has truly undone me

if I knew...

Which way you go forth

Which way you go forth

I would plough it
with a golden plough

With a golden plough

Until the end
Really for good

To the end of the end

And there, then

The stone will be hard
And the butter soft

And there is nothing else
Nothing at all

When an old man
on his way to his vineyard,

finds a nut on the road,
he picks it up and plants it.

He knows he won't be the one
to enjoy its fruit,

but the future generation.

It is the same with me.

I know that we cannot achieve
our aims.

But we want to plant a tree
that will bear fruit for the future.

Comrades, it is with empty hands that
we face the executioners of the state.

We cannot avenge
their loathsome actions,

but we must not allow the rule of terror
and its mercenaries to stop us!

I know you're under
orders, Jéska,

and that you would even murder
your own father if they ordered you to.

We are the workers,
we have no freedom

Instead of good fortune
we have misery

Never mind! Never mind!
Long live the workers!

Long live the
society of workers!