Arise all men of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against the tyranny of the enemy
The bloody standard is raided
The bloody standard is raised!
Can you hear, out in the distance
The roar of enemy soldiers?
They are here to slay the throats
Of your sons, your dearest companions
To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
March, March
So their impure blood
May water our fields!