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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.

Join in the fight—the Final Battle,
 * Welcome the fray with ringing cheers.

These are the times our fathers dreamed of
 * Toiled to attain a thousand years.

Be ye prepared, be not unworthy,
 * Greater the task when triumph nears.

Master the earth, O men of labor. . ,
 * Long have ye learned—a thousand years!

Over the hills the sun is rising,
 * Out of the gloom the light appears.

See at your feet the world is waiting,
 * Bought with your blood a thousand years.

