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L'Internationale

Eugène Pottier
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INGLESE / ENGLISH 10
The Workers InternationalThe Internationale
Arise ye toilers of all nations
Condemned to misery and woe
To hell with humbleness and patience
Give deadly battle to the foe
Wipe out the rule of wealthy classes
Arise and smash your thraldom chains
Let power be wielded by the masses
Let those who labour hold the reins.
Arise ye toilers of all nations,
Condemned to misery and woe;
To hell with humbleness and patience,
Give deadly battle to the foe.
Wipe out the rule of wealthy classes;
Arise and smash your slavery chains
Let power be wielded by the masses,
Let those who labour hold the reins.
Proletarians rally
For the final high fight
Internationally
All toiling folks unite
Internationally
All toiling folks unite
Proletarians, rally
For this final big Fight
In-ter-na-tion-ally,
All toiling folks unite
Proletarians, rally
For this final big Fight
In-ter-na-tion-ally,
All toiling folks unite [1]
No God, no king, no politician
Can win for us a better day
So let us drop the old tradition
Forge weapons for the coming fray
Roll up your sleeves you working fellows
Put fire beneath the melting pot
Set up the forge and blow the bellows
Lets strike the iron while its hot
No god, no king, no politician
Will win for us a better day,
So let us drop the old traditions,
Forge weapons for the coming fray
Roll up your sleeves all working fellows,
Put fire beneath the melting pot,
Set up the forge, and blow the bellows
Lets strike the iron while it’s hot.
Proletarians rally
For the final high fight
Internationally
All toiling folks unite
Internationally
All toiling folks unite
Proletarians, rally
For this final big Fight
In-ter-na-tion-ally,
All toiling folks unite
Proletarians, rally
For this final big Fight
In-ter-na-tion-ally,
All toiling folks unite
This earth with all its bounteous treasures
By right belongs to those who toil
No parasites of wealth or leisure
Shall claim possession of the soil
We hail the mighty tempest raging
A flash of lightening through the gloom
For us the dawn of life presaging
For them that knell the awful doom.
The earth and all its boundless treasures,
Belong by right, to those who toil;
No parasites of wealth or leisure
Shall claim possession of the soil,
We hail the mighty tempest raging,
The flash of lightning through the gloom
For us the dawn of life presaging;
For them the knell of mortal doom!
Proletarians rally
For the final high fight
Internationally
All toiling folks unite
Internationally
All toiling folks unite.
Proletarians, rally
For this final big Fight
In-ter-na-tion-ally,
All toiling folks unite
Proletarians, rally
For this final big Fight
In-ter-na-tion-ally,
All toiling folks unite
[1] Veniva cantato anche il ritornello classico nella seguente variante:
The classic refrain was also sung, in the following variant:

Proletarians come rally,
And the last fight let us face,
The Internationale
unites the human race




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