I laughed out loud. This music is so perfect!


12 communist at a gathering. They worked in a hotel and the sad story begins. The went swimming in the sea. Jumping and splashing. Two remained under the water. The party became smaller . . . they went to eat. two got food poisoning . . . .

I can’t understand all of it.

there’s a fire from a cigarette toward the end.

I don’t completely get the closing refrain, but it’s something about “but they’re still sitting on our necks” — which I think is an expression for oppression.