Worker's Marseillaise

Рабочая Марсельеза

English: Worker's Marseillaise
Former national anthem of Russia Former national anthem of Russian SFSR (Briefly, alongside The Internationale)
Lyrics	Pyotr Lavrov
Music	Robert Schumann
Adopted	1917
Relinquished	1918
Music sample
Рабочая Марсельеза (instrumental) noicon

The Worker's Marseillaise (Russian: Рабочая Марсельеза, tr. Rabochaya Marsel'yeza; IPA: [rɐˈbot͡ɕɪjə mərsʲɪˈlʲjezə]) is a Russian revolutionary song named after the Marseillaise. It is based on a poem of Pyotr Lavrov, first published on 1 July 1875 in London as A new song (Russian: Новая песня, tr. Novaya pesnya). The poem reflects a radical socialist program and calls for the violent destruction of the Russian monarchy. At the end of 1875 or in 1876, this poem began to be sung in Russia to the melody of the last verse of the Robert Schumann's song Die beiden grenadiere. Schumann's melody is inspired by the French Marseillaise, but it is original. Thus, the melody and lyrics of the Worker's Marseillaise have nothing to do with the French Marseillaise. The song is close to the Russian cruel romances, and this influenced its popularity. The name the Worker's Marseillaise has been fixed since the 1890s.

It existed alongside several other popular versions, among others a Soldier's Marseillaise and a Peasant's Marseillaise.

This anthem was popular during the 1905 Russian Revolution and was used as a national anthem by the Russian Provisional Government until its overthrow in the October Revolution. It remained in use by Soviet Russia for a short time alongside The Internationale. During the 1917 Revolution it was played at all public assemblies, street demonstrations, concerts and plays.

Lyrics

Russian translation	Transliteration	Literal English translation
Отречёмся от старого мира! Отряхнём его прах с наших ног! Нам враждебны златые кумиры; Ненавистен нам царский чертог! Мы пойдём к нашим страждущим братьям, Мы к голодному люду пойдём; С ним пошлём мы злодеям проклятья, На борьбу мы его позовём: Припев: Вставай, подымайся, рабочий народ! Вставай на врагов, брат голодный! Раздайся, крик мести народной! Вперёд! Вперёд! Вперёд! Вперёд! Вперёд! Богачи, кулаки жадной сворой Расхищают тяжёлый твой труд, Твоим потом жиреют обжоры; Твой последний кусок они рвут. Голодай, чтоб они пировали! Голодай, чтоб в игре биржевой Они совесть и честь продавали, Чтоб ругались они над тобой! Припев Тебе отдых – одна лишь могила! Каждый день – недоимку готовь; Царь-вампир из тебя тянет жилы; Царь-вампир пьёт народную кровь! Ему нужны для войска солдаты: Подавай же сюда сыновей! Ему нужны пиры да палаты: Подавай ему крови твоей! Припев Не довольно ли вечного горя? Встанем, братья, повсюду зараз! От Днепра и до Белого моря, И Поволжье, и Дальний Кавказ! На воров, на собак - на богатых! Да на злого вампира-царя! Бей, губи их, злодеев проклятых! Засветись, лучшей жизни заря! Припев И взойдёт за кровавой зарёю Солнце правды и братства людей. Купим мир мы последней борьбою, Купим кровью мы счастье детей. И настанет година свободы, Сгинет ложь, сгинет зло навсегда, И сольются в едино народы В вольном царстве святого труда...	Otrechyomsya ot starogo mira! Otryakhnyom yego prakh s nashikh nog! Nam vrazhdebny zlatyye kumiry; Nenavisten nam tsarskiy chertog! My poydyom k nashim strazhdushchim brat′yam, My k golodnomu lyudu poydyom; S nim poshlyom my zlodeyam proklyat′ya, Na bor′bu my yego povedyom: Pripev: Vstavay, podymaysya, rabochniy narod! Vstavay na vragov, brat golodnyy! Razdaysya, krik mesti narodnoy! Vperyod! Vperyod! Vperyod! Vperyod! Vperyod! Bogachi, kulaki zhadnoy svoroy Raskhishchayut tyazhyolyy tvoy trud, Tvoim potom zhireyut obzhory; Tvoy posledniy kusok oni rvut. Goloday, chtob oni pirovali! Goloday, chtob v igre birzhevoy Oni sovest′ i chest′ prodavali, Chtob rugalis′ oni nad toboy! Pripev Tebe otdykh — odna lish′ mogila! Kazhdyy den′ — nedoimku gotov′; Tsar′-vampir iz tebya tyanet zhily; Tsar′-vampir p′yot narodnuyu krov′! Yemu nuzhny dlya voyska soldaty: Podavay zhe syuda synovey! Yemu nuzhny piry da palaty: Podavay yemu krovi tvoyey! Pripev Ne dovol′no li vechnogo gorya? Vstanem, brat′ya, povsyudu zaraz! Ot Dnepra i do Belogo morya, I Povolzh′ye, i Dal′niy Kavkaz! Na vorov, na sobak — na bogatykh! Da na zlogo vampira-tsarya! Bey, gubi ikh, zlodeyev proklyatykh! Zasvetis′, luchshey zhizni zarya! Pripev I vzoydyot za krovavoy zaryoyu Solntse pravdy i bratstva lyudey. Kupim mir my posledney bor′boyu, Kupim krov′yu my schast′ye detey. I nastanet godina svobody, Sginet lozh′, sginet zlo navsegda, I sol′yutsya v yedino narody V vol′nom tsarstve svyatogo truda...	Let's renounce the old world Shake his ashes off our feet! Golden idols are hostile to us, We hate the royal palace. We will go to our suffering brothers We will go to the hungry people With them, we will send curses to the villains - We will lead them to fight. Refrain: Get up, get up, working people! Get up on the enemy, you hungry brother! Shout out, the cry of the people's revenge! Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward! The rich fists of the greedy pack They steal your hard work. Gluttons grow fat with yours, They're tearing your last piece. Starve so they feast Starve so that in the stock market game They sold conscience and honor, So that they scoff at you. Refrain Rest for you is only a grave. Prepare arrears all your life. The vampire king pulls the veins out of you, The vampire king drinks the people's blood. He needs soldiers for the army - Give him sons. He needs feasts and chambers - Give him your blood. Refrain Isn't eternal grief enough? Let us stand, brothers, everywhere at once - From the Dnieper to the White Sea, Both the Volga region and the Far Caucasus. On enemies, on dogs - on the rich, And on the evil vampire - the king Hit them, destroy them, the damned villains, Light up, the dawn of a new life. Refrain And it will rise beyond the bloody dawn The sun of truth and brotherly love, Although we bought it at a terrible price - By our blood is the happiness of the earth. And the time of freedom will come: Lies will disappear, evil will disappear forever, And all nations will merge into one In the free kingdom of holy labor.

See also

• La marseillaise de la Commune, French revolutionary song created and used by the Paris Commune in 1871.
• Deutsche Arbeiter-Marseillaise (German Workers' Marseillaise), German revolutionary song