Текст и перевод песни Alexandrov Ensemble - La Marseillaise

La Marseillaise

Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrive!
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'etendard sanglant est leve! (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces feroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils et nos compagnes!

Aux armes, mes citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!

Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,
De traitres, de rois conjures?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
Ces fers des longtemps prepares? (bis)
Francais, pour nous, ah! quel outrage!
Quels transports il doit exciter!
C'est nous qu'on ose mediter
De rendre? l'antique esclavage!

Quoi! ces cohortes etrangeres
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers!
Quoi! ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers! (bis)
Grand Dieu! par des mains enchainees
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient!
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les maitres de nos destinees!

Tremblez, tyrans et vous perfides,
L'opprobre de tous les partis,
Tremblez! vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix! (bis)
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes heros,
La terre en produit de nouveaux,
Contre vous tout prets? se battre!

Francais, en guerriers magnanimes,
Portez ou retenez vos coups!
Epargnez ces tristes victimes,
A regret s'armant contre nous. (bis)
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,
Mais ces complices de Bouille,
Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitie,
Dechirent le sein de leur mere!

Amour sacre de la Patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Liberte, Liberte cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs! (bis)
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure a tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

Nous entrerons dans la carriere
Quand nos aines n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussiere
Et la trace de leurs vertus. (bis)
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!

The Marseillaise

Come, children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us, tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised! (repeat)
Do you hear, in the countryside,
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into our arms
To cut the throats of our sons, our comrades!

To arms, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let's march, let's march!
Let an impure blood
Water our fields!

What does this horde of slaves,
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings, want?
For whom these vile shackles,
These long-prepared irons? (repeat)
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What an outrage!
What emotions it must excite!
It is us they dare to consider
Returning to ancient slavery!

What! These foreign cohorts
Would make the law in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would strike down our proud warriors! (repeat)
Great God! By chained hands
Our brows would bow under the yoke!
Vile despots would become
The masters of our destinies!

Tremble, tyrants and you perfidious,
The disgrace of all parties,
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will finally receive their reward! (repeat)
Everyone is a soldier to fight you,
If they fall, our young heroes,
The earth produces new ones,
Against you, all ready to fight!

Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,
Bear or hold back your blows!
Spare these sad victims,
Reluctantly arming themselves against us. (repeat)
But these bloodthirsty despots,
But these accomplices of Bouille,
All these tigers who, without pity,
Tear apart their mother's breast!

Sacred love of the Fatherland,
Lead, support our avenging arms!
Liberty, cherished Liberty,
Fight with your defenders! (repeat)
Under our flags, may victory
Rush to your manly accents!
May your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory!

We will enter the career
When our elders are no longer there;
We will find their dust there
And the trace of their virtues. (repeat)
Much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffin,
We will have the sublime pride
To avenge them or follow them!