Le Marseillaise

Let's go, children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised
Do you hear, in the countryside,
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!

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To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let's march, let's march!
That impure blood
Should water our fields!

Sacred love of the fatherland,
Lead, support our avenging arms!
Liberty, cherished Liberty,
Fight with your defenders!
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your manly accents!
So that your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory!

Chorus
We shall enter the career
When our elders are no longer there;
There we shall find their dust
And the trace of their virtues.
Much less keen to survive them
Than to share their coffins,
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or following them!

Chorus