Varchavianka

Whirlwinds of enmity blow over us
Dark forces oppress us maliciously
In a fateful battle we entered with enemies
Unknown destinies still await us

But we proudly and boldly raise
The banner of the struggle for the working cause
The banner of the great struggle of all nations
For the best world, for sacred freedom

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To bloody battle
Holy and just
March, march forward
Working people

Will we stay silent longer, brothers
As the working man suffers from hunger?
Can the young eyes of our comrades
Be frightened by the sight of the gallows?

In the great battle, the fallen
Will not disappear without a trace
Those who fell with honor in the name of ideas
Their names, with our victorious song
Will become sacred to millions of people

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We despise the tyrants of the crown
We honor the chains of the suffering people
Thrones drenched in the people's blood
We will stain with the blood of our enemies

Merciless death to all oppressors!
To all parasites of the toiling masses!
Vengeance and death to all kings and plutocrats!
The triumphant hour of victory is near

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