Arise children of the fatherland, / The day of glory has arrived! / Against us, tyranny / The bloody flag is raised / Do you hear in the countryside / howling of these fearsome soldiers? / They vienna into your arms / murder our son, our companions.
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
That vet this horde of slaves / deal and conspiratorial kings? / To whom these vile shackles, / the long-prepared irons? / French! For us, ah! What an insult! / What fury it must arouse! / Is us they dare / to return to the old slavery!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
What! These foreign cohorts / would rule in our home! / What! These phalanges mercenaries / down our proud warriors / Gran God! By chained hands / our brows would bend beneath the yoke; / vile despots would / masters of our destinies! ...
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
Tremble tyrants! And traitors, / the shame of all parties, / Tremble! Your projects parricide / will finally receive their prize! / Everything is a soldier to fight you / if they get our young hero / France produces new, / cons you ready to fight!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
French as magnanimous warriors, or carry or hold back your blows / Spare these sad victims / a Regretfully arming against us / but these despots Sanguinar, / but these accomplices of / all these tigers without pity / tear the womb!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
Sacred Love of the Fatherland / drive and support our avenging arms / Freedom beloved liberty, / Fight with your defenders! / Under our flag, the Victorian / Hurry to your manly tones! / Thy dying enemies / see your triumph and our glory!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
We will enter the career / quand nos aînés n'y seront plus;/ nous y trouverons leur poussière/ et la trace de laurs vertus/ bien moins jaloux de leur survivre/ que de partager leur cercueil,/ nous aurons le sublime orueil/ de les venger ou de les suivre!
Aus armes, citoyens!/ Formez vos batailons!/ Marchons!/ Marchons!/ Qu'un sang impur/ Abrevue nos sillons!
Contro la Spagna sarà durissima. Affrontare le Furie Rosse, che hanno dato prova di saper giocare un gran calcio, senza Pirlo e Gattuso sarà una sofferenza.
Ma nel frattempo assaporiamo sweet moment ... slowly ... I will miss Domenech
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
That vet this horde of slaves / deal and conspiratorial kings? / To whom these vile shackles, / the long-prepared irons? / French! For us, ah! What an insult! / What fury it must arouse! / Is us they dare / to return to the old slavery!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
What! These foreign cohorts / would rule in our home! / What! These phalanges mercenaries / down our proud warriors / Gran God! By chained hands / our brows would bend beneath the yoke; / vile despots would / masters of our destinies! ...
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
Tremble tyrants! And traitors, / the shame of all parties, / Tremble! Your projects parricide / will finally receive their prize! / Everything is a soldier to fight you / if they get our young hero / France produces new, / cons you ready to fight!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
French as magnanimous warriors, or carry or hold back your blows / Spare these sad victims / a Regretfully arming against us / but these despots Sanguinar, / but these accomplices of / all these tigers without pity / tear the womb!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
Sacred Love of the Fatherland / drive and support our avenging arms / Freedom beloved liberty, / Fight with your defenders! / Under our flag, the Victorian / Hurry to your manly tones! / Thy dying enemies / see your triumph and our glory!
Aus arms, citizens! / Form your battalions! / Walk! / Walk! / Impure blood / Abrevue our furrows!
We will enter the career / quand nos aînés n'y seront plus;/ nous y trouverons leur poussière/ et la trace de laurs vertus/ bien moins jaloux de leur survivre/ que de partager leur cercueil,/ nous aurons le sublime orueil/ de les venger ou de les suivre!
Aus armes, citoyens!/ Formez vos batailons!/ Marchons!/ Marchons!/ Qu'un sang impur/ Abrevue nos sillons!
Contro la Spagna sarà durissima. Affrontare le Furie Rosse, che hanno dato prova di saper giocare un gran calcio, senza Pirlo e Gattuso sarà una sofferenza.
Ma nel frattempo assaporiamo sweet moment ... slowly ... I will miss Domenech
