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38 lines
982 B
Plaintext
The International - Немецкий
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Wake up, wretched of the earth,
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which always you prisoners of starvation!
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The right like embers in the crater herd
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now penetrates the breakthrough with power.
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Clean sweep makes the oppressor!
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Army of slaves, wake up!
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to be nothing, it does not contribute any longer!
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to be everything flows abound!
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Peoples, hear the signals!
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In the last fight!
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The international
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unites the human race!
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It saves us not höhres beings
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no god, no emperor nor tribune.
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Redeem us from the misery
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we can only do yourself!
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Empty word: the poor man's rights!
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Empty words: the rich man's duty!
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Immature they call us and servants.
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the shame does not tolerate now longer!
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Peoples, hear ...
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In town and country, their working people,
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we are the strongest of the Partei'n.
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Loafers pushes aside!
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This world must be ours!
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Our blood is no longer the ravens
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and nächt'gen vultures feeding!
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Only when we have driven them,
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then the Sun seems 'ohn' ceasing
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Peoples, hear ... |