Anna Marly — The song of the partisans

Friend, do you hear the black flight(theft) of ravens on our plains? Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the country which we chain? Hey, partisans, workers and farmers, it is the alarm. This evening the enemy will know the priceof the blood and the tears. Go up of the appearance, lower hills, companions! Take out of the straw rifles, grapeshot, pomegranates(grenades). Hey, the killers in the bullet or in the knife, kill fast! Hey, botcher, attention on your burden: dynamite... It is us who break the bars of prisons for our brothers. The hatred on our heels and the hunger which pushes us, the poverty. There are countries where people in the hollow of beds dream. Here, us, you see, we walk and we kill, we burst... Here each knows what he wants, what he is doing when he passes. Friend, if you fall a friend goes out of the shade on your place. Tomorrow some black blood will dry in the big sun on roads. Sing, companions , at night the freedom listens to us..