Never say that you are going on your last way
Though leaden clouds may be concealing skies of blue -
Because the hour we have hungered for is near;
And our marching steps will thunder: We are here!
Because the hour we have hungered for is near;
And our marching steps will thunder: We are here!
From lands of palm-trees to the far-off lands of snow
We shall be coming with our torment and our woes,
And everywhere our blood has sunk into earth
Blossom shall our bravery, and hope from it!
And everywhere our blood has sunk into earth
Blossom shall our bravery, and hope from it!
We'll have the morning sun to set our day a glow,
And all our yesterdays shall vanish with the foes,
And if the time is long before the sun appears,
Then let this song go like a signal through the years.
And if the time is long before the sun appears,
Then let this song go like a signal through the years.
This song was written with our blood and not with lead;
It's not a song of the little birds out in the free,
It was our people, among toppling barricades,
That sang this song and fought courageous till the end.
It was our people, among toppling barricades,
That sang this song and fought courageous till the end.
So, never say that you are going on your last way
Though leaden clouds may be concealing skies of blue -
Because the hour we have hungered for is near;
And our marching steps will thunder: We are here!
Because the hour we have hungered for is near;
And our marching steps will thunder: We are here!