The little chicken has said enough,
I don't want to lay eggs anymore,
to hell with this wage
that for many years enslaves me.
And if the desire comes to me to lay more
I will make constipation come to me
he will never have another warm egg
he who takes advantage of me.
The hen has said no,
long live the revolution.
In exchange for a grain of wheat
you have taken my strength to fly
but, I swear you it, it has ended!
I have ahead of me a full life
and I don't suffer for destiny,
that a blow from the executioner
mustn't have any danger
because I am understood with neighbours.
The hen has said no,
long live the revolution.
And the roosters that with me will have to sleep
I will chose them healthy and brave,
that I'm sick of the weak
that make me spend nights in boredom.
Let it be made clear forever more,
that I a virgin don't have anything,
and that, gestures to make, it doesn't come to me
a second constipation.
The hen has said no,
long live the revolution.