We sing our song under thunder and fury,
Under bullets and shells, under blazing fires,
Under the black banner of titanic struggle,
Under the sound of the trumpet call!
We’ll capture palaces and destroy idols,
Cast off chains, smash marble tiles.
An end to shame and base servitude,
We will drown the people’s sorrow in blood.
The People’s Will has awakened and risen
To the lament of the Commune, to the call of Ravachol,
To the cries for vengeance of people who died
Under the weight of the bourgeoisie, under the weight of chains.
We sing of the uncounted, forgotten by fate,
Tortured in prisons, killed on the block.
They fought for truth, they fought for you,
And fell in heroic, inequitable struggle.
Their cries resound under the Russian sky,
Like the roar of some primordial force,
They’re heard in Siberia, mired in bondage,
And urge us forward to the valiant fight.
From: "Siberian Makhnovshchina : Siberian Anarchists in the Russian Civil War (1918-1924)" by Igor Podshivalov. Translated by: Malcolm Archibald.