Tremendous growth for the rich exploiting the poor Repression and religion make alien-nations Arrogant pigs prepare, this Babylon will fall Revolted masses will bring our revelation
It's time for the starving child to have revenge It will eat your head and wipe his mouth with your money It's time for working class heroes to prevail Run you little green pigs, we are hungry
Come on slaves break your rusty chains Take your lives in your own hands Come on blind see the red light And we will raise the red flag
[From “The Internationale”] "Arise workers from your slumbers Arise prisoners of want For reason in revolt now thunders And at last ends the age of cant
I cannot see, What democracy means Everybody but me So raise your voice Raise your fists
“Away with all your superstitions Servile masses arise We'll change henceforth the old tradition And spurn the dust to win the prize"