Текст песни Мирей Матье - Марсельеза

Get up, sons of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has come!
Raised against us
The bloody flag of tyranny
Do you hear in your villages
Roar of bloodthirsty soldiers?
They go straight to you
To cut your sons, your friends!

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To weapons, citizens,
Build in battalions
Come on, come on!
Let the unclean blood
Impregnates our fields!: |

The French, noble in their militancy,
Hit or hold back your punches!
Spare these sad victims
What comes with weapons against us against our will,
But not these bloodthirsty despots,
Not these accomplices of the hated General Bouillet,
Not all these tigers without pity
Tearing your mother’s chest!

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Holy love of the motherland
Hold, support our hand of revenge
Freedom, dear freedom
Fight along with your defenders!
Under our flags let victory
Hurries loudly
May your defeated enemies
See your triumph and our glory!

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