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La Marseillaise - Французский
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Arise children of the Fatherland
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The day of glory has arrived? !
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Against us from the tyrany
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The? Tendard is bloody Lev?
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Do you hear in our countryside
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The howling of these fetal soldiers roces?
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They come right into your arms.
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? Gorging your son, your companions!
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To arms, citizens
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Form your battalions
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March, march
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Only an impure blood
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Water our furrows
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What does this horde of slaves
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Traf? Tres, kings conjur? S?
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For whom these vile chains
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Those of irons? S long pr? By? S?
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Frenchman for us ah! what outrage
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What it must arouse?
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It is us they dare m? Edit
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Make ? ancient slavery!
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What these cohorts? Trang? Res!
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They would make laws in our homes!
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What! These mercenary phalanxes
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Down our warrior son!
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Good Lord! by hands shackled n? es
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Our heads under the yoke ploieraient
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Vile despots would become
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The masters of destiny? Es.
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Tremble, tyrants and traitors you
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The shame of all parties
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Tremble! Your parricidal projects
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Will receive their prizes!
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Everyone is a soldier to fight you
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If they fall, our young h? Ros
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France produces new ones,
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Against you all pr? Ts? to fight.
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Frenchman, magnanimous warriors
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Bear or hold back your blows!
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? Save when these sad victims
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? Regretfully arming against us
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But these bloodthirsty despots
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But these accomplices bouil?
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All these tigers who mercilessly?
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D? The Chirent within their m? Re!
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We shall enter the carri? Re
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When our a? N? S there will be more
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We shall find their dust? Re
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And the mark of their virtues
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Much less jealous of their survival
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That share their coffin
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We shall have the sublime pride
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From the revenge or follow!
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sacred love? Fatherland
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Lead and support our avenging arms
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Libert ?, Libert? ch? rie
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Fight with your defenders out!
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Under our flags, let victory
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Hasten? your bucks accents
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That your dying enemies
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See your triumph and our glory! 1792
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