The Internationale - Английский-Country


Arise ye workers from your slumbers          
Arise ye prisoners of want                   
For reason in revolt now thunders            
And at last ends the age of cant.            
Away with all your superstitions             
Servile masses arise, arise                  
We'll change henceforth the old tradition   
And spurn the dust to win the prize.         

Refrain (bis):                               

So comrades, come rally                      
And the last fight let us face               
The Internationale                           
Unites the human race.                       

No more deluded by reaction                  
On tyrants only we'll make war              
The soldiers too will take strike action     
They'll break ranks and fight no more       
And if those cannibals keep trying           
To sacrifice us to their pride               
They soon shall hear the bullets flying      
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.   

No saviour from on high delivers             
No faith have we in prince or peer           
Our own right hand the chains must shiver    
Chains of hatred, greed and fear             
E'er the thieves will out with their booty 
And give to all a happier lot.               
Each at the forge must do their duty         
And we'll strike while the iron is hot.