A Internacional

Stand up, oh victims of hunger
Stand up, famished of the earth
The idea's flame already consumes
The rough crust that buries it
Cut the evil at its root
Stand up, no more masters
If we are nothing in such a world
Let us be everything, oh producers

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 motherland
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

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

Abominable in their grandeur
The kings of mine and furnace
Built wealth
On the sweat of those who work
All the product of those who toil
The rich rabble 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

We were intoxicated by smoke
Peace among us, war to the masters
Let us strike as soldiers
We are brothers, workers
If the vile race, full of finery
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

For we are active in the people
Strong and fruitful workers
The Earth belongs to the productive
O parasites, leave the world
O parasite that feeds
On our dripping blood
If the vultures are missing
The Sun will not stop shining

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