Prepare Children of the fatherland,
the day of the disaster is coming,
against their tyranny,
the bloody flag is raised,
heard in the halls, shouting
these fierce affected ,
they arrive in parliament,
to poison your land and your children into debt,
In the town square, formed
your lists,
s throw, throw her (Drive them, drive)
that their whiskers dirty
fueling our fires.
Freely adapted from Marseilles.
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