Vietnamese, do you hear it?

The whispering traverses distant Paris
Vietnamese, do you hear the voice of priests?
Who would like to return you to the slavery of Rome?
Vietnamese, do you not hear it?

The sound murmurs at Marseille
Artisan, do you hear the complaints of merchants?
Who would like to sell you like their goods?
Vietnamese, listen to their dolorous song!

It speaks among the hammers of Schneider
Worker, do you hear the greed of these steel bosses?
Who would like to kill you with their bombs, their shells?
Vietnamese, do you feel the bullets already in the air?

The cries come from every corner of France
That the devils have poisoned with their greed
Their voices only rise with one goal
Mobilisation!
Against!
Our revolution!

Upright people, they come to battle!
The rumble of tanks pierces the air
And warships sail towards our coast
Workers, do you wish to be free, or are you going to die?

Our comrades across the entire world
Flock to our cherished red banner
From Russia, from Europe, from America, they aid you
Be loyal to their sacrifice, and together we will vanquish !

Workers! Peasants!
It is to you to defend the fatherland!
Arm yourself with your rifles and your machine guns!
Together we annihilate the imperialist armies!

The cries howl in terror
And they rally to their bloody banners
The slave-soldiers of an empire with but one goal
Mobilization!
Against!
Our revolution!

A people formerly oppressed will never again be serfs
Down with churches; with palaces, with tyrannical taxes
We build in their place a socialist society!
The wisdom of Boudha marries itself to the inevitability of Marx

We have lit a fire
Which the world can never extinguish
The light of Buddha and Lenin
Will set fire to chains and prisons!

Vietnamese !
Do you feel the fear of capitalists?
Those who fear for their ill-gotten profits?
Like roaches they lash out at us!

The cries come from every corner of the world
Where these spiders have planted their eggs
The song always the same
Mobilization!
Against!
Our revolution!

Farmer, in cultivating your new land
That we have liberated from infamous landlords
Do you remember the slavery
Which the imperialists had inflicted upon you for half a century?

Distant parasites, that you thought bannished
Still dream to return you to your odious chains
They conspire that this nightmare returns to our soil
Kings, bosses, landlors, all united against you!

The revolution has brought you liberty
Now, mothers wipe away your tears
Your children part for the front
We will live free, or perish!

The wails come from everyone who exploits man
Who wallow in the mud of the misery of others
Their pathetic grunts sound around the world
Mobilisation!
Against!
Our revolution!

You are the shield of humanity
That protects the innocent against our cruel enemy
So raise yourself upright, take in hand your arms

And set each heart of the world aflame!