Warschawjanka [English translation]

Hostile storms are raging through the air,

Threatening clouds are obscuring the light.

Even though pain and death may await us now,

Duty calls us against the enemies.

We have sparked the bright flame of freedom

High above our heads:

The flag of victory, of the peoples' liberation,

That reliably leads us in the final battle.

[Chorus:]

On, on to the struggle for liberation now!

Defeat the enemies, you working people!

To the barricades, to the barricades!

Take the world by storm, you working people!

Death and ruin to all oppressors!

Our actions are now for the suffering people.

Pointing the weapons at the masters,

So that they reap what they sowed!

Earth soaked with workers' blood

Forces us forward in the masters' war.

So that it will be the liberation of humanity!

Sacred victory solemnly approaches.

[Chorus]

Misery and hunger blight all of us,

Poverty admonishingly calls against the enemy.

To gain freedom and happiness for humanity —

Death doesn't scare the fighting youth.

The dead, who died for the great idea,

Will be sacred to millions.

Onwards now, arise, brothers, comrades,

Take your weapons and close your rows!

[Chorus]

• Artist:Erich-Weinert-Ensemble