Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions Of those who fell, that Europe might be great Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us And urge us on that we gain the national state
Chorus: The streets are still, the final battle has ended Flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn See over the streets, the White man's emblem is waving Triumphant standards of a race reborn
Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit Sprang from that soil, for who's sake they bled Against the vested powers, Red front, and massed reaction We lead the fight for freedom and for bread