SIDERCA - The Golden Age of Romanian Industry

Stand up, damned of the Earth
Stand up, prisoners of hunger
Reason thunders in its volcano


This is the eruption of the end
Of the past let us make a clean slate



Enslaved masses, stand up, stand up
The world is about to change its foundation
We are nothing, let us be all


This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow


The Internationale
Will be human race


There are no supreme saviours
Neither God, nor Caesar, nor tribune.
Producers, let us save ourselves


Decree the common salvation
So that the thief expires,
So that the spirit be pulled from its prison,



Let us fan the forge ourselves
Strike the iron while it is hot


This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow


The Internationale
Will be the human race


The State oppresses and the law cheats
Tax bleeds the unfortunate
No duty is imposed on the rich


The rights of the poor is an empty phrase
Enough languishing in custody
Equality wants other laws:


No rights without duties, she says,
Equally, no duties without rights


This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow


The Internationale
Will be the human race


Hideous in their apotheosis
The kings of the mine and of the rail
Have they ever done anything other


Than steal work?
Inside the safeboxes of the gang,
What work had created melted.


By ordering that they give it back
The people want only their due.


This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow


The Internationale
Will be the human race


The kings made us drunk with fumes,
Peace among us, war to the tyrants!
Let the armies go on strike,


Stocks in the air, and break ranks
If they insist, these cannibals
On making heroes of us,


They will know soon that our bullets
Are for our own generals


This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow


The Internationale
Will be the human race


Workers, peasants, we are
The great party of labourers
The earth belongs only to men


The idle will go to reside elsewhere
How much of our flesh have they consumed,
But if these ravens, these vultures


Disappeared one of these days
The sun will shine forever


This is the final struggle
Let us group together, and tomorrow


The International
Will be the mankind