Hijos del pueblo, te oprimen cadenas
Y esa injusticia no puede seguir,
Si tu existencia es un mundo de penas
Antes que esclavo prefiere morir.
Eso burgueses, asaz egoistas,
Que asi desprecian la Humanidad,
Serán barridoes por los anarquistas
Al fuerte grito de libertad.¡Ah! Rojo pendón no más sufrir,
La explotacion ha de sucumbir,
Levántate, pueblo leal,
Al frito de revolución social.
Vindicación no hay que pedir;
Sólo la unión la podrá exigir.
Nuestro pavés no romperás.
Torpe burgués. Atrás! Atrás! Los corazones obreros que laten
Por nuestra causa, felices serán;
Se entusiasmados y unidos combaten,
De la victoria la palma obtendrán.
Los proletarios a la burguesia,
Han de tratarla con altivez
Y combatirla también a profia
Por su malvada estupidez. ¡Ah! Rojo pendón no más sufrir,
La explotacion ha de sucumbir,
Levántate, pueblo leal,
Al frito de revolución social.
Vindicación no hay que pedir;
Sólo la unión la podrá exigir.
Nuestro pavés no romperás.
Torpe burgués. Atrás! Atrás! | Children of the people, the chains weigh upon you,
And your existence is twisted with pain.
But this injustice can go on no longer.
It’s better to die than to live like a slave.
And now the bourgeois, so selfish and faithless,
Who so sneer at humanity,
Will be swept all away by the workers
With a loud cry of liberty!O, fellow workers, suffer no more!
What’s taken from you will be restored.
Arise, loyal people, answer the call
To the revolution which will free us all.
For your redemption, no longer pray.
Once joined in union, we will have our way.
All that is vile, we will make right.
Up from your knees! Fight! Fight! O, the hearts of the people are beating;
For our cause, they will beat joyfully.
If together, with passion, we struggle,
The palm of vict’ry, ours will be.
Then the workers will turn to their bosses
And will treat them with haughty pride.
And the workers will stand and be counted.
No more in darkness will they hide. O, fellow workers, suffer no more!
What’s taken from you will be restored.
Arise, loyal people, answer the call
To the revolution which will free us all.
For your redemption, no longer pray.
Once joined in union, we will have our way.
All that is vile, we will make right.
Up from your knees! Fight! Fight! |
