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36 lines
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The Internationale - Английский-Country
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Arise ye workers from your slumbers
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Arise ye prisoners of want
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For reason in revolt now thunders
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And at last ends the age of cant.
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Away with all your superstitions
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Servile masses arise, arise
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We'll change henceforth the old tradition
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And spurn the dust to win the prize.
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Refrain (bis):
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So comrades, come rally
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And the last fight let us face
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The Internationale
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Unites the human race.
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No more deluded by reaction
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On tyrants only we'll make war
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The soldiers too will take strike action
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They'll break ranks and fight no more
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And if those cannibals keep trying
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To sacrifice us to their pride
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They soon shall hear the bullets flying
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We'll shoot the generals on our own side.
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No saviour from on high delivers
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No faith have we in prince or peer
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Our own right hand the chains must shiver
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Chains of hatred, greed and fear
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E'er the thieves will out with their booty
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And give to all a happier lot.
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Each at the forge must do their duty
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And we'll strike while the iron is hot. |