Worker's Marseillaise

Let us denounce the old world, Let us shake its dust from our feet! We are enemies to the golden idols, We detest the Imperial palace! We will go among the suffering bretheren, We will go to the starving people; With them we send our curses to the evil-doers, We will lead them to the fight. Rise up, rise up, working people! Rise up against the enemy, hungry people! Ring out, people's cry of vengeance! Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward! The rich kulaks with their greedy hordes Steal your hard labor. Your sweat makes the gluttons fat, They tear up your last morsel. Starve, so that they could feast, Starve, so that on the stock market They could sell their conscience and honor, So that they could mock you. Your rest is but a grave. All your life struggle to find money to pay arrears. The vampire tsar is sucking the life out of you, The vampire tsar drinks the people's blood. He needs soldiers for his army. Give him your sons! He needs feasts and palaces. Give him your blood! Isn't eternal sorrow enough? Let's rise up, brothers, everywhere at once. From the Dnieper to the White Sea, And the Volga and the Far Caucasus. On the enemies, on the dogs, on the rich, And the evil vampire tsar. Fight them, kill them, the damned villains, Light up, the dawn of the better life. And after the bloody dawn The sun of truth and brotherly love will rise, Though we've paid a terrible price — With our blood, we bought the happiness of the land. And the era of freedom will come: The lies will be gone, the evil will be gone forever, And all nations will unite into one In the free kingdom of holy labor. ==See also==