The Internationale (Qu)

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Arise, slaves afflicted by hunger and cold,
Arise, suffering people all over the world!
The blood which fills my chest has boiled over,
We must struggle for truth!
The old world shall be destroyed like fallen petals and splashed water,
Arise, slaves, arise!
Do not say that we have nothing,
We shall be the masters of the world!
 |: This is the final struggle,
  Unite together towards tomorrow,
  The Internationale
  Shall certainly be realised. :|

There has never been any saviour of the world,
Nor deities, nor emperors on which to depend.
To create Mankind's happiness
We must entirely depend on ourselves!
We shall retake the fruits of our labour,
And let the mind burst free from its prison cell.
Let the flames in the furnace burn red-hot,
For only when the iron is hot will we succeed in forging it!
 |: This is the final struggle,
  Unite together towards tomorrow,
  The Internationale
  Shall definitely be realised. :|

Who is it that created the world of humankind?
It is us, the masses.
Everything is for workers,
How can parasites be accommodated!
[We] hate those poisonous snakes and savage beasts the most,
Eating up our flesh and blood.
Once they are entirely destroyed,
The red sun will shine all over the globe!
 |: This is the final struggle,
  Unite together towards tomorrow,
  The Internationale
  Shall definitely be realised. :|