M2RB: L'Internationale
There are no
supreme saviors,
Neither God,
nor Caesar nor tribune;
Producers,
let us save ourselves,
We decree common salvation!
L'Internationale
‘Tis the final conflict,
Let us unite and tomorrow,
The International
Will be the human race
Arise, the damned of the earth!
Arise, prisoners of hunger!
Reason thunders in its crater,
‘Tis the eruption of the end.
Let’s make a clean slate of the past,
Enslaved mass, arise, arise!
The world’s foundation will change,
We are nothing, now let’s be all!
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
There are no supreme saviors,
Neither God, nor Caesar nor tribune;
Producers, let us save ourselves,
We decree common salvation!
So that the thief should offer us his
throat
So that spirit be wrested from its cell,
Let us fan the forge’s flames ourselves
And strike while the iron is hot.
So comrades, come rally
Let us fan the forge’s flames ourselves
And strike while the iron is hot.
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
The state represses, the law cheats,
Taxes bleed the poor;
No duties are imposed on the rich,
The rights of the poor are empty words,
We have languished long enough under
domination,
Equality wants other laws:
“No rights without duties,” it says
“Equals, there are no duties without
rights.”
So comrades, come rally
Let us fan the forge’s flames ourselves
And strike while the iron is hot.
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
Hideous in their apotheosis,
The kings of mines and rails,
Have they ever done aught
But rob from labor?
In the safes of that gang
What is created is smelted,
By decreeing that they turn it over
The people only want what is their due.
So comrades, come rally
Let us fan the forge’s flames ourselves
And strike while the iron is hot.
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
Kings intoxicated us with smoke,
Peace among us, war on tyrants!
Let’s apply the strike to armies,
Rifle butts raised on high and breaking
ranks.
And if they insist, those cannibals,
On making heroes of us,
They’ll soon learn that our bullets
Are for our own generals.
So
comrades, come rally
Let us fan the forge’s flames ourselves
And strike while the iron is hot.
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
Workers, farmers, we are
The great party of the workers,
The earth belongs only to men,
Idlers can go someplace else.
How many on our flesh eat their fill?
But if the ravens, the vultures
One morning disappeared
The sun would shine still!
‘Tis the final conflict
Let us unite and tomorrow,
The International
Will be the human race
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