The enemy whirlwinds are flying over our heads
Dark forces are oppressing us
In the battle that we were destined for
Unknown fates are awaiting us.
But we will proudly and boldly raise
The banner of the workers' struggle
The banner of the great battle of all the peoples
For a better world and the holy freedom.
To a battle bloody
Holy and just
March, march forward
Working people.
Must the worker still starve nowadays?
Brothers, shall we keep silent?
Can the sight of the gallows
Frighten the young eyes of our brothers at arms?
In the great battle don't let us die without leaving a trace behind
Those who have fallen in honor for an idea
Their names in our victory songs
Shall become sacred to millions of people.
We loathe the tyrants' crowns
We deem that chains turn the people into a martyr
The thrones are covered with the blood of the peoples
In their own blown we shall redden our enemies.
A ferocious death is awaiting all the enemies
All the parasites on the working classes
Vengeance and death for all the plutocratic Tsars
The solemn hour of victory is near.
