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 bullets and knives, 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 that drives us, misery
There are countries where people in their beds dream
Here, do you see, we walk 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 bright sun on the roads
Sing, companions, in the night Freedom listens to you

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