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  Up from your knees, ye cringing serfmen!
 * What have ye gained by whines and tears?

Rise! they can never break our spirits
 * Though they should try a thousand years.

A thousand years, then speed the victory!
 * Nothing can stop us nor dismay.

After the winter comes the springtime;
 * After the darkness comes the day.

Break ye your chains; strike off your fetters;
 * Beat them to swords—the foe appears—

Slaves of the world, arise and crush him;
 * Crush him or serve a thousand years.

