The Internationale - Английский-Country Музыка: П. Дегейтер Слова: Эжен Потье
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.
Refrain (bis):
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.
No saviour from on high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E er the thieves will out with their booty
And give to all a happier lot.
Each at the forge must do their duty
And we ll strike while the iron is hot.
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