Arise, children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, of tyranny
The blood-stained standard is raised,
Do you hear in the countryside,
Those blood-thirsty soldiers ablare?
They're coming right into your arms
To tear the throats of your sons, your wives!
To arms, citizens,
Form up your battalions
March on, march on!
Let blood impure
Water our furrows!
Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes! Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes! Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
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Arise, 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 slaughter your sons, your companions!! To arms, citizens, / Form your battalions, / Let's march, let's march! / Let an impure blood / Soak our fields!
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Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
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