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国际歌(歌词)

共产党万万岁！ 2010-11-18 13:21:51 阅读24 评论0   字号：大中小 订阅

                                                  国际歌(中文歌词)

起来饥寒交迫的奴隶
起来全世界受苦的人
满腔的热血已经沸腾要为真理而斗争
旧世界打个落花流水奴隶们起来起来
不要说我们一无所有我们要做天下的主人

这是最后的斗争团结起来到明天
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现
这是最后的斗争团结起来到明天
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现

从来就没有什麽救世主也不靠神仙皇帝
要创造人类的幸福全靠我们自己
我们要夺回劳动果实让思想冲破牢笼
快把那炉火烧得通红趁热打铁才能成功

这是最后的斗争团结起来到明天
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现
这是最后的斗争团结起来到明天
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现

最可恨那些毒蛇猛兽吃尽了我们的血肉
一旦把他们消灭乾净鲜红的太阳照遍全球

这是最后的斗争团结起来到明天
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现
这是最后的斗争团结起来到明天
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现
英特纳雄耐尔就一定要实现

                                               国际歌英文歌词
                                INGLESE (USA) / ENGLISH (US)

      La versione inglese standard cantata negli Stati Uniti d'America. E' opera di Charles H.Kerr, che la pubblicò nella 34a edizione dell' "IWW Songbook", il canzoniere degli International Workers of the World (i "Wobblies" per i quali si vedano anche le notizie su Joe Hill-

The standard US English Version by Charles H. Kerr. It was first published in the 34th edition of the IWW Songbook.

 THE INTERNATIONALE

Arise ye pris'ners of starvation
Arise ye wretched of the earth
For justice thunders condemnation
A better world's in birth!
No more tradition's chains shall bind us
Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall;
The earth shall rise on new foundations
We have been naught we shall be all.

(Refrain):
'Tis the final conflict
Let each stand in his place
The International Union
shall be the human race.
'Tis the final conflict
Let each stand in his place
The International Union
shall be the human race.

We want no condescending saviors
to rule us from their judgement hall
We workers ask not for their favors
Let us consult for all.
To make the theif disgorge his booty
To free the spirit from its cell
We must ourselves decide our duty
We must decide and do it well.

The law oppresses us and tricks us,
the wage slave system drains our blood;
The rich are free from obligation,
The laws the poor delude.
Too long we've languished in subjection,
Equality has other laws;
"No rights," says she "without their duties,
No claims on equals without cause."

Behold them seated in their glory
The kings of mine and rail and soil!
What have you read in all their story,
But how they plundered toil?
Fruits of the workers' toil are buried
In strongholds of the idle few
In working for their restitution
the men will only claim their due.

We toilers from all fields united
Join hand in hand with all who work;
The earth belongs to us, the workers,
No room here for the shirk.
How many on our flesh have fattened!
But if the norsome birds of prey
Shall vanish from the sky some morning
The blessed sunlight then will stay.