- Hijo del pueblo, te oprimen cadenas
- y esa injusticia no puede seguir.
- Si tu existencia es un mundo de penas
- antes que escalvo prefiero morir.
- Esos burgueses, asaz egoistas,
- Que asi desprecian a la Humanidad,seran barridos
por los anarquistas
- al fuerte grito de libertad.
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- Ah, Rojo pendon
- no mas sufrir!
- La explotacion,
- ha de sucumbir.
- Levantate, pueblo leal,
- al grito de revolucion social.
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- Vindicacion,
- no hay que pedir;
- solo la union
- la podra exigir
- Nuestro paves
- no romperas.
- Torpe burgues.
- Atras! Atras!
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- Los corazones obreros que laten
- por nuestra causa, felices seran;
- si entusiasmados y unidos combaten,
- de la victoria la palma obtendran.
- Los proletarios a la burguesia
- han de tratarla con altivez,
- y combatirla tambien a porfia,
- por su malvada estupidez.
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- Ah! Rojo pendon...
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- Son of the people, chains oppress you
- And this injustice cannot continue.
- If your existence is a world of grief
- Death is better than being a slave
- Those profoundly selfish bourgeoisie,
- Who thus tear apart humanity, will be
- Swept away by the anarchists
- At the strong cry of liberty!
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- Oh, red banner
- No more suffering!
- The exploitation
- Has to surrender.
- Raise yourself up, loyal people,
- At the cry of the social revolution.
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- Vindication,
- There is nothing to lose.
- Only the union
- Will be able to demand it.
- Our [paves] (shield??)
- You will not break.
- Clumsy Bourgeoisie!
- Get back! Get back!
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- The working class hearts that beat
- For our cause, will be joyful;
- If enthusiastic and united they fight
- For the victory, our palms will obtain it.
- The proletariats have to treat
- The bourgeoisie with pride,
- And combat as well as remember
- Their wicked stupidity.
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- Oh! Red banner . . .
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