A Internacional (L'Internationale)

Arise, you victims of hunger!
Arise, famished of the earth!
The idea's flame already consumes
The rough crust that buries it.
Cut the evil at its root!
Arise, arise, no more masters!
If we are nothing in this world,
Let us be everything, oh producers!

Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international
Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international

Masters, bosses, supreme chiefs,
We expect nothing from any!
Let us be the ones who conquer
The free and common mother earth!
To avoid vain protests,
To leave this narrow den,
Let us do with our own hands
Everything that concerns us!

Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international
Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international

Rich man's crime is covered by law,
The state crushes the oppressed.
There are no rights for the poor,
To the rich, everything is allowed.
No longer subject to oppression!
We are all equal beings.
No more duties without rights,
No more rights without duties!

Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international
Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international

Abominable in their grandeur,
The kings of the mine and the furnace
Built their wealth
Upon the sweat of those who work!
All the product of those who toil
The rich scum has collected.
Wanting it to be returned,
The people only want what is theirs!

Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international
Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international

We were intoxicated with smoke,
Peace among us, war to the masters!
Let us strike as soldiers!
We are brothers, workers!
If the vile race, full of splendor,
Wants us to be cannibals by force,
It will soon see that our bullets
Are for our generals!

Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international
Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international

For we are the active people
Strong and fruitful workers.
The earth belongs to the productive;
O parasites, leave the world
O parasites that feed
On our blood dripping,
If the vultures fail us
The sun will not stop shining!

Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international
Let us be well united,
In this final fight,
A land without masters
The international