Le chant des partisans

Friend, do you hear the black flight of crows over our plains?
Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the country in chains?
Hey, partisans, workers and peasants, it's the alarm.
Tonight the enemy will know the price of blood and tears.

Rise from the mine, come down from the hills, comrades!
Take out the guns, the bullets, the grenades from the straw.
Hey, you killers with bullet and knife, kill quickly!
Hey, saboteur, watch out for your burden: dynamite...

It's us who break the prison bars for our brothers.
Hatred on our heels and hunger driving us, misery.
There are countries where people in their beds dream.
Here, do you see, we march and we kill, we die...

Here everyone knows what they want, what they do as they pass by.
Friend, if you fall, a friend steps out of the shadows in your place.
Tomorrow black blood will dry in the sunlight on the roads.
Sing, companions, in the night Liberty is listening to us...

Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the country in chains?
Friend, do you hear the black flight of crows over our plains?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...