Translation:The Internationale (Kots)

Arise, you branded by a curse,

You whole world of the starving and enslaved!

Our indignant intellect boils,

Ready to lead us into a fight to the death.

We will destroy this world of violence

Down to the foundations, and then

We will build our new world.

He who was nothing will become everything!

CHORUS: |: This will be our final

and decisive battle.

With the Internationale

the human race will arise. :|

No one will grant us deliverance,

No God, no Tsar, no hero.

We will win our liberation,

With our very own hands.

To throw down oppression with a skilled hand,

To take back what is ours –

Fire up the furnace and hammer boldly,

while the iron is still hot!

|: This will be our final

and decisive battle.

With the Internationale

the human race will arise. :|

Only we, the workers the worldwide

The great army of labor,

Have the right to own the land,

But the parasites - never!

And if the great thunder rolls

Over the pack of dogs and executioners,

For us, the sun will still

Shine on with its fiery rays.

|: This will be our final

and decisive battle.

With the Internationale

the human race will arise. :|