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18 January 2013

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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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