The Internationale
Musik: Eugen Portier
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Vor kurzem berichteten wir, daß die Arbeiter Frankreichs und anderer romanischer Länder den fünfundzwanzigsten Todestag Eugène Pottiers (1816-1887), des Verfasser der berühmten "Internationale", begingen. In Deutschland ist die Propagierung des Sozialismus durch das Arbeiterlied bedeutend jünger, und die deutschr Regierung der "Junker" legt dieser Propaganda weit mehr gemeine Polizeihindernisse in den Weg.
Doch keine Polizeischikanen können verhindern, daß in allen großen Städten der Welt, in allen Arbeitersiedlungen und immer häufiger auch in den Katen der Landarbeiter einhellig das proletarische Lied von der nahen Befreiung der Menschheit aus der Lohnsklaverei erklingt.
W.I.Lenin, 1913
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Arise! Ye
starvelings from yours slumbers!
Arise! Ye criminals of want!
For reason in revolt now
thunders,
And away with all superstitions, Servile masses arise! arise!
We`ll change
forthwith the old conditions And spurn the dust to win the prize
Then comrades come rally!
(And) The last
fight let us face.
The International (L`Internationalé)
Unites the human race!
No saviours from on high
deliver,
No
trust have we in prince or peer;
Our own right hand the chains must shiver.
Chains of
hatred, of greed and fear.
Ere the thieves will out with their booty And to all give a
happier lot,
Each at his forge must do his duty And strike the iron while it`s hot!
Chorus
We`re tricked by laws and regulations,
Our taxes strip us to the bone.
The rich enjoy the wealth of nations,
But the poor naught
can sell their own, Long have we in vile bondage languished,
Yet we equal are every ones
No rights but duties for the vanguish`d We claim our rights for duties done.
Chorus
The kings of mines, ships, railways,
Resplendent in their vulgar pride,
Have plied their task to exploit always
hose whose labor they`ve e`re decried.
Great the spoil they hold in their coffers, To be
spent on themselfes alone;
We`ll seize it someday spite of scoffers, And feel that we have
got our own.
Chorus
These kings
defile us with their powder,
We want no war within the land;
Let soldiers strike, for
peace call louder, Lay down arms, and join hand in hand.
Should these vile monsters still
determine. Heroes to make us in despite,
They`ll know full soon the kind of vemin Our
bullets hit in this lost fight.
Chorus
We peasants, artisans, and others
Enrolles among the sons of toil
Let`s claim the earth henceforth for brothers,
Drive the
indolent from the soil!
On our flesh too long has fed the raven,
We`ve too long been the
vulture`s prey.
But now fare well the spirit craven,
The dawn brings in a brighter day!
