everybody sing:
Arise, wretched of the earth
Arise, convicts of hunger
Reason thunders in its volcano
This is the eruption of the end
Of the past let us wipe the slate clean
Masses, slaves, arise, arise
The world is about to change its foundation
We are nothing, let us be all
This is the struggle final
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race
There are no supreme saviours
Neither God, nor Caeser, nor tribune.
Producers, let us save ourselves
Decree the common welfare
That the thief might bear his throat,
That the spirit be pulled from its prison
Let us fan the forge ourselves
Strike the iron while it is hot
This is the struggle final
Let us group together, and tomorrow
The Internationale
Will be the human race