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( в песне гимна используются только 1,2 и 6-й куплеты )

ИНТЕРНАЦИОНАЛ

                                                                                                          Вставай проклятьем заклейменный,  
                                                                                                          Весь мир голодных и рабов !        
                                                                                                          Кипит наш разум возмущённый        
                                                                                                          И в смертный бой вести готов.      
                                                                                                          Весь мир насилья мы разрушим     
                                                                                                          До основанья , а затем           
                                                                                                          Мы наш мы новый мир построим,    
                                                                                                          Кто был ничем тот станет всем!

                                                                                                          Припев:                        
                                                                                                            Это есть наш последний          
                                                                                                            И решительный бой.            
                                                                                                            С Интернационалом               
                                                                                                            Воспрянет род людской          

                                                                                                          II                                 
                                                                                                          Никто не даст нам избавленья:      
                                                                                                          Ни бог , ни царь и не герой        
                                                                                                          Добьёмся мы освобожденья           
                                                                                                          Своею собственной рукой.           
                                                                                                          Чтоб свергнуть гнёт рукой умелой, 
                                                                                                          Отвоевать своё добро, -          
                                                                                                          Вздувайте горн и куйте смело,    
                                                                                                          Пока железо горячо!              

                                                                                                          Припев.                            

                                                                                                          III                                
                                                                                                          Довольно кровь сосать вампиры,     
                                                                                                          Тюрьмой , налогом нищетой!         
                                                                                                          У вас - вся власть, все блага мира,
                                                                                                          А наше право - звук пустой !       
                                                                                                          Мы жизнь построим по иному-      
                                                                                                          И вот наш лозунг боевой:         
                                                                                                          ВСЯ ВЛАСТЬ НАРОДУ ТРУДОВОМУ!     
                                                                                                          А дармоедов всех долой!          

                                                                                                          Припев.                            

                                                                                                          IV                                 
                                                                                                          Презренны вы в своём богатстве,    
                                                                                                          Угля и стали короли!               
                                                                                                          Вы ваши троны тунеядцы ,            
                                                                                                          На наших спинах возвели.           
                                                                                                          Заводы , фабрики, палаты -        
                                                                                                          Всё нашим создано трудом.         
                                                                                                          Пора! Мы требуем возврата        
                                                                                                          Того что взято грабежём.         

                                                                                                          Припев.                            

                                                                                                          V                                 
                                                                                                          Довольно , королям в угоду,        
                                                                                                          Дурманить нас в чаду войны!         
                                                                                                          Война тиранам ! Мир Народу!        
                                                                                                          Бастуйте армии сыны!               
                                                                                                          Когда ж тираны нас заставят      
                                                                                                          В бою геройски пасть за них -    
                                                                                                          Убийцы в вас тогда направим      
                                                                                                          Мы жерла пушек боевых!           

                                                                                                          Припев.                            

                                                                                                          VI                                 
                                                                                                          Лишь мы, работники всемирной        
                                                                                                          Великой армии труда!                
                                                                                                          Владеть землёй имеем право,        
                                                                                                          Но паразиты - никогда!             
                                                                                                          И если гром великий грянет       
                                                                                                          Над сворой псов и палачей,       
                                                                                                          Для нас всё также солнце станет   
                                                                                                          Сиять огнём своих лучей.

          
                                                                                                          Припев:                        
                                                                                                          Это есть наш последний          
                                                                                                          И решительный бой .            
                                                                                                          С Интернационалом               
                                                                                                          Воспрянет род людской!  

 

 

SAHALLIN


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