Aux Armes
Melissmell
To Arms
This is the final struggle
A fight of the initiated
Are the losers who win
Our emancipated ladies
The media under the king
My articulate people
From a puppet with long arms
Don't come crying!
Let's go, children of the homeland
The day of glory is over
Between us, tyranny
Under the flag, blood is raised
Do you hear in our countryside,
Our poor roaring, from hunger and cold?
Let them come into your arms,
Crying in our cities, our sarcasms
To arms, to arms
And so on
What does this horde of soldiers want
Of traitors and conspiring kings?
For them to take us, when they call us
Idiots, brave, poor French!
What? These foreign cohorts
Would make the laws in our homes?
What? Our cops, soldiers, mercenaries,
While we are all strangers!
To arms, to arms
And so on
The State oppresses and the law cheats
Taxes laugh at the unfortunate
No duty is imposed on the rich
The right of the poor is an empty word
Proofs that gather at the call
Equality does not exist
No rights without duties, they say
Equal at birth sometimes...
Freedom ties beasts and beloved ones
Those who have the tune, only have the smell
Sacred love of the homeland
And brotherhood is dying
To arms, to arms
And so on
This is the final struggle
A fight of the initiated
Are the losers who win
Our 'emancipated' ladies
The media under the king
My articulate people
From a puppet with long arms
Don't come crying...
To arms, to arms
And so on
Bring in the accused!
