Let's go, children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised
Bloody banner is raised
Do you hear in the countryside
The roar of those fierce soldiers?
They come right into your arms
To slit the throats of your sons and your companions!

To arms, citizens! (Form)
Your battalions!
March on! Yes, march on!
May impure blood
Water our furrows!
Furrows!
Ooh ooh

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