Chant Des Partisans - Unofficial English Translation

Unofficial English Translation

Friend, do you hear the crows' dark flight over our plains?

Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the country being shackled?

Ahoy! Resistants, workers and farmers, the alarm has sounded!

Tonight the enemy shall know the price of blood and tears.

Climb out of the mine, come down from the hills, comrades,

Take the guns, the munitions and the grenades from under the straw;

Ahoy killers, with bullets and knives kill swiftly!

Ahoy "saboteur", be careful with your burden of dynamite!

We're the ones who smash the bars of jails, for our brothers,

Hate pursuing us, it's hunger that drives us, dire poverty.

There are countries where people sleep in their beds and dream.

Here, you see, we walk and we kill and we die

Here, each one of us knows what he wants, what he does when he passes by;

Friend, if you fall, a friend comes from the shadows in your place.

Tomorrow, black blood will dry in the sun on the roads

Sing, companions, in the night, freedom listens to us.