Stand up, damned of the Earth|Stand up, prisoners of starvation|Reason thunders in its volcano|This is the eruption of the end.|Of the past let us make a clean slate|Enslaved masses, stand up, stand up.|The world is about to change its foundation|We are nothing, let us be all. ||This is the final struggle|Let us group together, and tomorrow|The Internationale|Will be the human race. ||There are no supreme saviours|Neither God, nor Caesar, nor tribune.|Producers, let us save ourselves,|Decree the common salvation.|So that the thief expires,|So that the spirit be pulled from its prison,|Let us fan our forge ourselves|Strike the iron while it is hot. ||The State oppresses and the law cheats.|Tax bleeds the unfortunate.|No duty is imposed on the rich;|The rights of the poor is an empty phrase.|Enough languishing in custody!|Equality wants other laws:|No rights without duties, she says,|Equally, no duties without rights. ||Hideous in their apotheosis|The kings of the mine and of the rail.|Have they ever done anything other|Than steal work?|Inside the safeboxes of the gang,|What work had created melted.|By ordering that they give it back,|The people want only their due. ||The kings made us drunk with fumes,|Peace among us, war to the tyrants!|Let the armies go on strike,|Stocks in the air, and break ranks.|If they insist, these cannibals|On making heroes of us,|They will know soon that our bullets|Are for our own generals. ||Workers, peasants, we are|The great party of labourers.|The earth belongs only to men;|The idle will go to reside elsewhere.|How much of our flesh have they consumed?|But if these ravens, these vultures|Disappear one of these days,|The sun will still shine forever.