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Vive la France!
La Marseillaise, Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle, 1792
Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
|: L'étendard sanglant est levé :|
Entendez vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras,
égorger vos fils, vos compagnes
Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons.
2. Que veut cette horde d'esclaves
De traîtres, de Rois conjurés?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
|: Ces fers dès longtemps préparés? :|
Français! pour nous, ah! quel outrage!
Quels transports il doit exciter!
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à I 'antique esclavage!
3. Quoi! des cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers!
Quoi! ces phalanges mercenaires
|: Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers :|
Grand Dieu! par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient!
De viIs despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées!
4. Tremblez, tyrans! et vous, perfides,
L'opprobe de tous les partis,
Tremblez! vos projets parricides
|: Vont enfin recevoir leur prix.:|
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros,
La terre en produit de nouveaux
Contre vous tout prêts à se battre.
5. Français! en guerriers magnanimes
Portez ou retenez vos coups.
Epargnez ces tristes victimes
|: A regret s'armant contre nous. :|
Mais le despote sanguinaire,
Mais les complices de Bouillé,
Tous ces tigres qui sans pitié
Déchirent le sein de leur mère.
6. Nous entrerons dans la carrière,
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
|: Et les traces de leurs vertus. :|
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre.
7. Amour sacré de la Patrie
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberté, Liberté chérie!
|: Combats avec tes défenseurs. :|
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents,
Que tes ennemis expirant
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire
La Marseillaise, Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle, 1792
Allons enfants de la Patrie
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
|: L'étendard sanglant est levé :|
Entendez vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras,
égorger vos fils, vos compagnes
Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons, marchons,
Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons.
2. Que veut cette horde d'esclaves
De traîtres, de Rois conjurés?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
|: Ces fers dès longtemps préparés? :|
Français! pour nous, ah! quel outrage!
Quels transports il doit exciter!
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à I 'antique esclavage!
3. Quoi! des cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers!
Quoi! ces phalanges mercenaires
|: Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers :|
Grand Dieu! par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient!
De viIs despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées!
4. Tremblez, tyrans! et vous, perfides,
L'opprobe de tous les partis,
Tremblez! vos projets parricides
|: Vont enfin recevoir leur prix.:|
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros,
La terre en produit de nouveaux
Contre vous tout prêts à se battre.
5. Français! en guerriers magnanimes
Portez ou retenez vos coups.
Epargnez ces tristes victimes
|: A regret s'armant contre nous. :|
Mais le despote sanguinaire,
Mais les complices de Bouillé,
Tous ces tigres qui sans pitié
Déchirent le sein de leur mère.
6. Nous entrerons dans la carrière,
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
|: Et les traces de leurs vertus. :|
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre.
7. Amour sacré de la Patrie
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberté, Liberté chérie!
|: Combats avec tes défenseurs. :|
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents,
Que tes ennemis expirant
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire
Thanks for that Maury.... a great song, great lyrics, and one of the most inspiring anthems ever. I do hope France wins over Italy. Can't stand those cocky Italians.
La Marseillaise, Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle, 1792
I read somewhere that the anthem was first concieved in a moment of whimsical experimentation with a tin flute in a bar in a small provincial French town by a minor functionary who was half drunk at the time. Who knew that he would give birth to one of the most patriotic rousing anthems in the world!
English version:
Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Bloody standard is raised
Can you hear in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers?
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts!
Refrain
To arms, citizens,
Form in battalions,
March, march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!
What do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What methods must be taken?
It is we they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!
(Refrain)
What! These foreign cohorts!
They would make laws in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our proud warriors
Would cut down our proud warriors
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield under the yoke
Some vile despots would have
themselves be
The masters of our destinies!
(Refrain)
Tremble, tyrants and traitors
The shame of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will finally receive their just reward
Will finally receive their just reward
Against you, everyone is a soldier,
If they fall, our young heros,
France will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight against you!
(Refrain)
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your wounds!
Spare these sad victims,
Who regret to take up arms against us. Who regret to take up arms against us.
But not these bloody despots,
These accomplices of Bouillé,
All these tigers who pitilessly,
Ripped out their mothers' wombs!
(Refrain)
Sacred love of the fatherland,
Drive and support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty,
Struggle with your defenders.
Struggle with your defenders.
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your male tone
So that your agonising enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
(Refrain)
We shall enter into the pit
When our elders will have gone,
There we shall find their ashes
And the mark of their virtues.
And the mark of their virtues.
Much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffins,
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining them.
(Refrain)
I read somewhere that the anthem was first concieved in a moment of whimsical experimentation with a tin flute in a bar in a small provincial French town by a minor functionary who was half drunk at the time. Who knew that he would give birth to one of the most patriotic rousing anthems in the world!
English version:
Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Bloody standard is raised
Can you hear in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers?
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts!
Refrain
To arms, citizens,
Form in battalions,
March, march!
Let impure blood
Water our furrows!
What do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What methods must be taken?
It is we they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!
(Refrain)
What! These foreign cohorts!
They would make laws in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our proud warriors
Would cut down our proud warriors
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield under the yoke
Some vile despots would have
themselves be
The masters of our destinies!
(Refrain)
Tremble, tyrants and traitors
The shame of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will finally receive their just reward
Will finally receive their just reward
Against you, everyone is a soldier,
If they fall, our young heros,
France will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight against you!
(Refrain)
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your wounds!
Spare these sad victims,
Who regret to take up arms against us. Who regret to take up arms against us.
But not these bloody despots,
These accomplices of Bouillé,
All these tigers who pitilessly,
Ripped out their mothers' wombs!
(Refrain)
Sacred love of the fatherland,
Drive and support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty,
Struggle with your defenders.
Struggle with your defenders.
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your male tone
So that your agonising enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
(Refrain)
We shall enter into the pit
When our elders will have gone,
There we shall find their ashes
And the mark of their virtues.
And the mark of their virtues.
Much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffins,
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining them.
(Refrain)
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