The Internationale

Awake the outlaws of this land,

Awake all you who are hungry to rot!

Now the law rumbling dark in the gullet

And the explosion will thunder for the last time.

From the past let's go back

Slaves, go to your goals!

Trembling the foundation of the world is shaky,

We are nothing, let us be everything!

|: The last battle is ablaze,

Let's get on the march.

International

Tomorrow is the human race.:|

Workers, also peasants, brothers,

We are a large workers' party.

All men own the earth

And let the idlers go!

She's had enough of our torment

Crows, vultures circling,

Scatter the next day of their crowd,

Forever the sun will blaze brightly.

Song of work

O sing a song sublime,

about work that innate

human nature is

and all that one enjoys.

It follows from the noble work,

honor to the work, honor to the work!

When weak against an animal

he hid in a den in the rock

and his only weapon was his fist.

who made his first armor?

It was a source of noble work!

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

When in the forest, then in the depths

lay the foundation of the first cottage

I could rather bear the winter.

Who gave him benefits?

Only the work of his offspring!

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

When he plowed the woods into the field,

cultivated the land for gardens

could bloom profusely.

who made his first plow?

It was just the work of the creative spirit!

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

When in common life

he was ashamed of his nakedness

and began to knit the fabrics

who made his first dress?

Wasn't it work?

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

When they only want to move forward

he was only in a narrow village

founded great cities

who built his first house?

It was a noble work um.

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

When in constant mankind reproduction

there is work in the blissful creation

peace endures to the humanity of the stars

who made his condition pleasant here?

Just a crowd of diligent workers.

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

When the brotherhood of all nations

invites nature to fight victoriously,

who blazed a thousand paths

over the mountains, the sea, the plain?

He was only a man of work!

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

And yet the creator of everything

she is a lazy slave

and the battle must be fought

would conquer freedom

and laziness perished forever.

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

Only, men of work, do not be angry,

and get ready for the match

news is coming to us

that work must win

that hidden evils must fall.

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work!

The work is the mother of progress

and with her an army of slaves,

he defends his honor.

Our principle in the world

after a lucky fight you will bloom.

Be an honor to the work, be an honor to the work.