The Internationale

The Internationale

 

Arise you pris’ners of starvation

Arise you wretched of the earth

For justice thunders condemnation

A better world’s in birth!

No more tradition’s chains shall bind us

Arise, you slaves, no more in thrall;

The earth shall rise on new foundations

We have been naught we shall be all.

’Tis the final conflict

Let each stand in his place

The International Soviet

Shall be the human race.

We want no condescending saviors

To rule us from their judgement hall

We workers ask not for their favors

Let us consult for all.

To make the thief disgorge his booty

To free the spirit from the cell

We must ourselves decide our duty

We must decide and do it well.