Vi heylik iz di natur,
Mit ire fraye firung.
Emes un libe,
Ir tsirung, ir shmuk.

Mir leygn afn hartsn di rekhte hant,
Un shvern mitn sovest yetst,
Az fun toyt un fun lebn vi an ayzerne vant,
Ven der shverd fun emes blitst.

Ven eyner fun undz iz tsu shakh gevis,
Den tsu giftig iz der kapital,
Azoy vi fun dem shlang der bis.

Ven mit emes un libe gebundn,
Undzer bund iz vi a moyer shteyt fest,
Un di libe iz in hartsn ongetsundn,
Di libe fun frayhayt un mentshlikhn glik.

Di nekome fodert undzer blut,
Fun undzer blut vakst shtendik zeyer guts.
Guts un raykh tsien zey fun undzere beyner,
Akh, tsum sof tret men undz vi di shteyner.

Brider un shvester nemt aykh far di hent,
Kumt tsu dem fayer, vu der flaker brent.
Mir zaynen proletaryat,
Dos heyst: “rabotshi narod.”
Di ayzerne keytn lomir tseraysn,
Dem shvern yokh aruntertsushmaysn,
Shrayt: “narod, v’peryod, v’peryod, v’peryod.”



How holy is nature
How free is her spirit
Truth is her jewel
And love her crown

We stand and we lay on our hearts our hands
And now do we truly swear
In life and in death like a wall to stand
And the sword of truth to bear

And if one of our rank is too weak to fight
From the poison of capital,
It is strong as the serpent's bite,

Then with truth and love united,
Our bond is like a great iron wall
And in our hearts is a fire ignited
A fire of freedom for one and all.

Our blood is calling for revenge
From blood comes all we must defend
They've stolen their riches from our bones
And we end up trampled like stones

Brothers and sisters take each other's hands
And come to the fire which burns and brands
We are the proletariat!
That means: "the people who work!”
Our iron chains will be broken,
We'll free ourselves from our yoke and
Cry: “workers, march on, march on, march on!”