The Internationale

作词: Eugène Edine Pottier
作曲: Pierre De Geyter
Arise,ye starvelings from your slumbers,
Arise,ye criminals of want.
For reason in revolt now thunders,
and at last ends the age of cant!
Away with all your superstitions,
Servile masses,arise,arise!
We'll change henceforth the old tradition,
And spurn the dust to win the prize!
Then comrades,come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
Then comrades,come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
We peasants,artisans and others,
Enrolled among the sons of toil.
Let's claim the earth henceforth for brothers,
Drive the indolent from the soil.
On our flesh too long has fed the raven,
We've too long been the vulture's prey.
But now farewell the spirit craven,
The dawn brings in a brighter day.
Then comrades,come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
Then comrades,come rally,
And the last fight let us face.
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.