L'Internationale
Eugène PottierINGLESE / ENGLISH 10 | |
The Workers International | The 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 |
The classic refrain was also sung, in the following variant:
And the last fight let us face,
The Internationale
unites the human race