let us go, children of the fatherland.
the day of glory has arrived.
against us of tyranny.
the bloody standard is raised x2
Do you hear in the campaigns
Moo these fierce soldiers
They come right into your arms,
Slit the throats of your sons, your companions
{Chorus:}
To arms citizens! Form your battalions!
Let us march, yes let us march,
Let an impure blood water our furrows, furrow.
(Thanks to Arnaud for these words)

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