The Internationale (Pottier, English)
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- 1. Arise! ye workers [starvelings], from your slumbers;
- Arise! ye prisoners [criminals] of want.
- For reason in revolt now thunders
- And ends at last the age of cant.
- Away with all your superstitions
- Servile masses, arise! arise!
- We’ll change henceforth [forthwith] the old tradition [conditions]
- 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.
- 2. 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 [give up their booty]
- And give to all a happier lot.
- Each at his forge must do his duty
- And strike the iron while it’s hot!
- 3. The law oppresses us and tricks us,
- The wage slave system drains our blood;
- The rich are free from obligation,
- The laws the poor delude.
- Too long we’ve languished in subjection,
- Equality has other laws;
- “No rights,” says she “without their duties,
- No claims on equals without cause.”
- 4. Behold them seated in their glory
- The kings of mine and rail and soil!
- What have you read in all their story,
- But how they plundered toil?
- Fruits of the workers’ toil are buried
- In strongholds of the idle few
- In working for their restitution
- The men will only claim their due.
- 5. 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.
- 6. We peasants, artisans, and others
- Enrolled among the sons of toil,
- Let’s claim the earth henceforth for brothers,
- Drive the indolent from the soil!
- On our Flesh too Long has fed the Raven;
- We’ve too long been the vulture’s prey.
- But now farewell the spirit craven:
- The dawn brings in a brighter day.
1. Arise ye starvelings from your slumbers
Arise ye criminals of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at Last ends the age of cant
Now away with all your superstitions,
Servile masses arises arise!
We'll change forthwith the old conditions
And spurn the dust to win the prize!
Then comrades come rally
And the last fight let us face.
unites the human race,
Then, comrades, come rally!
And the last fight let us face.
unites the human race.
2. No Saviours from on high deliver,
No faith have we in prince or peer.
Our own right hand the chains of must shiver,
Chains of hatred, of greed and fear.
Ere the thieves will out with their booty
And to all give a happier lot,
Each at the forge must do his duty,
And strike the iron while it's hot!
3. We peasants, artisans and others
Enrolled among the sons of toil,
Let's claim the earth henceforth for brothers,
Drive the indolent from the soil.
On our flesh too long has fed the raven,
We've too long been the vulture's prey.
But now farewell the spirit craven,
The dawn brings in a brighter day.