L'Internationale
Eugène Pottier| George OrwellBEASTS OF ENGLAND, L' "INTERNAZIONALE" DELLA FATTORIA... | |
| I-INTERNATIONALE Vuka n'zigqila zezwe lonke Vukan'ejokwen'lobugqili Sizokwakh'umhlaba kabusha Siqed'indlala nobumpofu. lamasik'okusibopha Asilwise yonk'incindezelo Manj'umhlab'unesakhiw'esisha Asisodwa Kulomkhankaso Maqaban'wozan'sihlanganeni Sibhekene nempi yamanqamu I-Internationale Ibumb'uluntu lonke! Maqaban'wozan'sihlanganeni Sibhekene nempi yamanqamu I-Internationale Ibumb'uluntu lonke! | Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings Of the golden future time. Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England Shall be trod by beasts alone. Rings shall vanish from our noses, And the harness from our back, Bit and spur shall rust forever, Cruel whips no more shall crack. Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels Shall be ours upon that day. Bright will shine the fields of England, Purer shall its waters be, Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day that sets us free. For that day we all must labour, Though we die before it break; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toil for freedom's sake. Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken well and spread my tidings Of the golden future time. (Another version has been written for the Animal Farm film (called Beasts of the World), which resembles the style of "the Internationale" more closely) Beasts of the World we shall unite Rise up and ready for the fight soon or late the day will be when man's defeated and we are free (...) I smell the victory Our limbs be tired and worn Our dreams shall not be broken And our hearts shall not be torn (The rest of the song was never fully explained) |
