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Although the process is inevitable There's nothing automatic about it The process I mean is revolutionary change Don't happen of its own accord !
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Organising, Organising, Organising persistently Organising, Organising, Organising for victory Pulling out the dragons teeth And planting them in the ground Soldiers of freedom spring up one by one Crying show us show us show us Where the enemy is to be found
The masses surge forward spontaneously Though this on its own isn't insufficient The working class is the revolutionary class New leadership the crucial requirement.
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Consciously, Consciously, Consciously, preparing the way Consciously, Consciously, Consciously, preparing the day Pulling out the dragons teeth And planting them in the ground Soldiers of freedom spring up one by one Crying show us show us show us Where the enemy is to be found
The masses surge forward spontaneously But this on its own is insufficient The working class is the revolutionary class New leadership the crucial requirement.
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Consciously, Consciously, Consciously, preparing the day Consciously, Consciously, Consciously, preparing the way Consciously, Consciously
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Back in '36 down at Cable Street State and blackshirts marched but they met their fate Workers class hatred drove them off the street Fascism is class war Unite in the spirit of Cable Street.
From Cable Street through the nazi wars Workers stood their ground fighting fascism. We should learn from them that there is no passive way Fascism is class war. Unite in the spirit of Cable Street.
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Continue to fight the fascist scum of the earth Learn from the past there is no passive way Continue to fight the fascist scum of the earth Learn from the past there is no passive way Stop them. Unite in the spirit of Cable Street.
They shall not pass, wipe the fascists off the street. They shall not pass, No pasaran. They shall not pass. No pasaran. Wipe the fascists off the street. They shall not pass.
The monopoly capitalist class still have blood on their hands All the workers blood shed by imperialist wars The people should unite and fight this common enemy Fascism is class war Unite in the spirit of Cable Street.
Now at Red Lion Square the people fought with bare hands Like their parents did down at Cable Street Keep alive the fighting spirit of Kevin Gately Brave anti-fascist fighter. Unite in the spirit of Cable Street.
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We people from the Caribbean Don't like police trying to keep us on the hop. I said the state is oppressing we, an' All we can say is that 'Its got to stop!'
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Glad to say, we're not afraid of they Found active resistance is the only way. The battle's begun, I said it won't be long Before the foe is vanquished and we have won.
Using lies, trickery and deception Trying to mislead about the nature of state attacks. But the fascists are the state's conception And that's why everybody is fighting back.
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So that's why everybody must unite All nationalities join together as one There's no doubt that we have to fight Until this evil system is smashed to the ground.
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Forward we've not forgotten our strength in the fight we have won. No matter what may threaten, forward, not forgotten our solidarity.
Only these our hands now aching Built the road, the walls, the towers All the world is of our making But what of it can we call ours?
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Rise as people of the world Let's unite around our need; Take the world and let it nourish All oppressed in word and deed.
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Black and white and brown and yellow We'll have now't to fight about When we set ourselves to find out The basis for our unity.
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International proletarians Let's unite and we'll be free In our massive squadrons we can Topple every tyranny.
Forward march on to power, through the city, the land, the world. Forward advance the hour Just whose city is the city? Just whose world is the world? Just whose city is the city? Just whose world is the world? Forward march on to power through the city, the land, the world. Forward!
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'Twas down by the glenside I met an old woman A plucking young nettles, nor saw I was coming I listened awhile to the song she was humming Glory oh, glory oh, to the bold Fenian men.
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming I'll see them again, sure through all my days dreaming Glory oh, glory oh, to the bold Fenian men.
When I was a colleen their marching and drilling A walk by the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling But they loved dear old Ireland and to die they were willing Glory oh, glory oh, to the bold Fenian men.
Some died by the glenside, some died amid strangers And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger Glory oh, glory oh, to the bold Fenian men.
I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her We may have great men, but we'll never have better Glory oh, glory oh, to the bold Fenian men.
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Join in the fight O Negro comrade Join in the fight O struggling comrade Join in the fight O hard-pressed comrade Black and white we'll rebuild the world
O Brother don't you weep, don't you pray Salvation isn't coming that way All together let's press on to the fray Black and white we'll rebuild the world
Join in the fight and stand up straight now Join in the fight the dawn is late now Join in the fight, we must not wait now Black and white we'll rebuild the world
O Brother don't you weep, don't you pray Salvation isn't coming that way All together let's press on to the fray Black and white we'll rebuild the world
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We went out on the street The fascists to defeat But the cops were there of course To defend the nazi force In the fray, banner red When they coshed my head
Then there were a dozen people Ready to fight in my place Then there were a hundred people Ready to fight in my place Then there were a thousand people Ready to fight in my place Then there were a million people Ready to fight in my place Take up the fight! Take up the fight! Take up the fight! Take up the fight! Take up the fight! Take up the fight!
Murderous attacks on immigrant people Yet the fascists they're still legal The state's not going to stop them So the workers will have to smash them Peoples of all nationalities unite In the Anti-fascist fight
They protect the racist gangs And arrest us when they can They drag us into court Where justice means nought People of all nationalities unite In the Anti-fascist fight
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O joyous and fearless, audacious, invincible Come sing with us comrades, our mighty battle song Forever remembered, adored by the masses You brave sons of the workers and peasants of Spain
It is for our people, for Spain we must unite For victory and freedom we'll win or die in the fight
Alive is the glory of those who have struggled The whole world remembers their part in the strife Riego, Riego, we sing of your victory For the cause of the people you laid down your life
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The prisons are filling, but the streets are filling too. Oppression is mounting, but our resistance is as well. We're burying the old world, preparing for the new. Repression was the last act of all the tyrants that ever fell.
We're not afraid We're not afraid of your courts and of your jails Millions before us you've martyred for our goal We're not afraid We're not afraid; your threats are of no avail Our victory is near. The wheel must onward roll.
We know the price of freedom is paid in sweat and blood For every inch of progress our fathers paid that price. No class could hold back history, do whatever they would We mean to have our freedom whatever the sacrifice.
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The struggle calls for sacrifice, Comrades, draw together now Let us press on relentless, though the enemy takes his toll. Every debt will be remembered and paid in full we vow When the workers are the masters and we reach our Party's goal.
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Now it's in the evening after dark When the blackleg miner creeps to work, With his moleskin trousers and his dirty shirt, There goes the blackleg miner. Well, he takes his picks and down he goes, To hew the coal that lies below, But there's never a woman in this town though Who'd look at a blackleg miner.
Now Delaval is a terrible place, They rub wet clay in the blackleg's face, And around the pit heap they run a footrace To catch the blackleg miner. Don't go near the Seghill mine, For across the way they stretch a line To catch the throat and break the spine Of the dirty blackleg miner.
We'll take his tools and his duds as well, And throw them down the pit of hell, So down you go and fare ye well, You dirty blackleg miner.
So join the union while you may, Don't wait 'til your dying day For that may not be far away, You dirty blackleg miner. So join the union while you may, Don't wait 'til your dying day For that may not be far away, You dirty blackleg miner.
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I'm a real cool cat, I know where its at He's a real cool cat he's the Media Man I'll tell you lies and confuse your mind That's my job, Mr Media Man
And I'll wash your brain, get you while you're young He will wash your brain, get you while you're young So you think that nothing can change That's my job, Mr Media Man.
So use your wits, and study well The revolutions got to come So don't you think that nothing can change Never trust, Mr Media Man.
And the ruling class they depend on me And the ruling class they depend on him To tell you lies and confuse your mind That's my job, Mr Media Man.
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I'm a real cool cat, I know where its at He's a real cool cat he's the media man I'm a real cool cat, I know where its at You can never trust Mr Media Man I'm a real cool cat, I know where its at You can never trust Mr Media Man I'm a real cool cat, I know where its at You can never trust Mr Media Man And the working class they can kiss my a......
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The monopoly capitalist lackey government Lets finance have its way To increase their rate of profit They make the workers pay.
Fight the cuts! That's part and parcel Of our class strategy. In proletarian revolution We hold our destiny.
Beware left snakes in our back pocket False champions of our fight Their interest is to stop class struggle And maintain capital's might
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The working class it is the greatest Class in history It can and must unite all forces To win victory
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The lords of labour they plot together Their bankrupt schemes to keep us down. Their message to the working class Is to cringe before the rich man's frown. They say that it's in the whole country's interest To tighten our belts and make no demands. But they speak for the class that exploits us and rules us And we must get them off our hands.
Our labour power is all we have We must sell it at the rich man's price This system is called wage slavery But democracy sounds a bit more polite. They say that if our wage increases That prices will rise to compensate But the only ones who receive compensation Are capitalist vampire who suck out our life.
Oppose all attempts to make the working class pay for the capitalist crisis. Oppose all attempts to make the working class pay for the capitalist crisis.
The capitalists fight with one another To corner the market and divide up the world Their quest for maximum profit Is the cause of war and puts us on the dole. Their greed leads them into a crisis Which they try to resolve with a more fascist state Our struggle's against the whole capitalist system So strike at the fascists as well as the cuts.
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Our community has every right When its hit to stand and fight Don't let no backward racist goons Get away and miss their doom They came to raid our place today So now we say they'll have to pay
When we are hit, we will fight and hit back When we are hit, we will fight and hit back Hit them cripplin' blows, hit them cripplin' blows
Police under manners in-nah Brixton Police under brick up Notting Hill Police taking blows in-nah Birmingham Petrol bomb police up Liverpool Don't want police protection for racists Don't want police protection for fascists Don't want police protection for nazi Don't want police protection for savage Hit them cripplin' blows Hit them cripplin' blows
We still have to organise That way we can survive And when at first these racists hit We hit them back more than a bit So that way we know for sure That we'll get understood Some racists today they still don't know that We will hit them cripplin' blows
Police under manners Racist police under discipline Fascist police under manners Nazi police under discipline The youth am fighting the racists The youth am fighting the racists We got the racists them running Can hear the fascist them balling As we batter the nazi Put them under heavy heavy discipline Put them under heavy heavy manners Hit them cripplin' blows Hit them cripplin' blows
The racists under manners Fascist police under discipline The nazi them balling And we'r run out the fascists Cause if a fire make it burn And if ah blood make it run Cause if a fire make it burn And if ah blood make it run Racist police get batter up Notting Hill Racist police get batter up Notting Hill While the youth did a tear up the racists While the youth did a tear up the fascists Put them under heavy heavy discipline Put them under heavy heavy manners Hit them cripplin' blows Hit them cripplin' blows
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I am a worker and I say it with pride The rich and their system I've always defied. The wealth is created by our class far and wide But the fruits of our labour are always denied. The system's bad, bad, it will have to go.
I've worked with men from all over the globe, We're all of one class, we share weal and woe, But lately the racists have been launching attacks. Directed against the entire working class. We must fight, yes, we've got to fight back.
Lately my wages have been going right down. The same thing is true for each worker in town, The government has not got our interests at heart, Just keeping alive has become quite an art. They go down, down, yes, wages go down.
I went to the union to ask what to do, But the man at headquarters just hadn't a clue. He had a portrait of Callaghan and before it he knelt, And his only advice was to tighten my belt. He speaks for the rich and not for the working man.
The cause of all problems is the capitalist class. They cause wars, they cause hardship - and they always blame us. With our Marxist-Leninist Party to lead, We have the solution - what the working class needs Is proletarian revolution.
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Down with racist police attacks on minorities Which are done in the service of the capitalist chiefs The cops are there to protect the organised nazis Cause the capitalists give the funds to the fascists Who are the ones who attack our communities Fight back against government and nazi organised Racist and fascist attacks on the working class The government's Race Relations Acts are themselves racist The content of their thesis is that colour and not capitalists Is the source of racism.
Death to fascism Death to fascism But soon must come the day When they will have to pay For their attacks on our community
This capitalist system is in a terrible state And so to keep their profits high I cannot tell a lie They make the workers pay for the crisis. As Comrade Lenin said imperialism means war Which is precisely what the fascists have in store But either war will bring revolution or revolution will end wars So flash lightning and come thunder we'll smash our enemies under The hammer of the working class
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People of St Pauls of Bristol militantly resist State-organised racist and fascist police attacks This struggle is characterised By the people taking their line Of upholding self defence to be the only way.
The state would have us to understand That all we can expect That as a section of the working class To be ruthlessly attacked Our community and workers uphold That by tradition of our class To fight the attacks of the rich Not to rely on their state. No.
On the streets united the people resisted the vicious attacks, Police with reinforcements were forced to fall back. When the state reacted and launched its counter attacks The community fought back again Opposing them in the courts
Fight back against racist police attacks Carry the struggles into the courts Upholding self defence to be the only way.
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When they give you gun and tell you war has begun And send you out to do some murder Don't fight on their wars defy all their bourgeois laws Class brothers must not shoot one another
In imperialist wars workers give their lives The ruling class makes no sacrifice We have no choice if we want to live in peace Don't die for them but bring them to their knees
Before the first world war, labour leaders hotly swore That by the working class they'd stand But when the capitalist called, on their well-worn knees they crawled To fight for their glorious homeland When the spectre of world war comes knocking at the door Class traitors start to howl but we don't have to fear It means the time is getting near when the working class shall rule
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Some say the British empire has finally expired and its rulers lost all life But if that's so we would like to know why in many lands across the globe they still weld their butchers knife In lands across the sea they're now fighting to be free Their demand is to rule themselves We've got a common cause we must support them in their wars by fighting to free ourselves
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British ruling class puffed up with arrogance Boasted that the sun shone on your vast empire That sun has now eclipsed. British ruling class, we have got news for you. Your time has run out; You have got to go.
Light is shining in the sky Heralding the dawn of a glorious new day, British working class you're the revolutionary force. To build our socialist land.
British working class you have a fine history Fierce battles waged against a vicious enemy With grim determination. British working class aspires to revolution In the face of attempt to crush this aspiration. Of socialism in Britain
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In the 1840s Marx and Engels on our shores Organised and hammered out the objective laws propelling history Marxist-Leninist science is the guiding star Charting the course of the working class: Socialist revolution.
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Persisting in the face of every difficulty In 1979 was formed our new party, a glorious victory. Rallying to this flag is the only way, workers To usher in, a bright new day of Socialism in Britain.
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We are the workers of Ontario The workers of Ontario We hail from the north and from the south In the north we mine the ore In the south we manufacture We are a part of the Canadian Canadian proletariat
We are the workers of Ontario We work for the rich of the United States We work for the rich of Canada We work under the yoke of wage-slavery Hauling the riches out of the earth Manufacturing commodities for the rich to sell. We are the workers of Ontario A mighty section of the Canadian working class.
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We are workers of Ontario Long oppressed by the graft and corruption Brought into the organised working class By the blacklegs, the sellouts and traitors The labour aristocracy Those who swear by the name of Capital Big bosses of the Autoworkers, Steel and other unions Everyone of them want our blood to be sucked.
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In the 40s we fought against exploitation In the 50s we never stopped Many were the struggles which the rich cannot forget But still they tell us we're for the capitalist system. Yet, our ideology is Marxism-Leninism We're workers and like workers everywhere Our aspiration is for socialism Ushered in by violent revolution
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I am an immigrant from India I hail from the land of five rivers I came to work in Montreal eleven years ago In the now sagging sector of textiles
They told me nineteen hundred and sixty eight That if I took this opportunity to better myself I could afford the immigration authorities And land myself in Montreal So I came young, enthusiastic Ready to work for anything Yes to work for anything
Today with a wife and three children They tell me that textiles have run away to South Korea And I sit on Park Avenue Looking at the giant cross on the hill Symbol of Christian piety
Unemployed Harassed by the goons of the government ministers Cursed from all sides My wife, my children and myself We wonder when it will all end We wonder when it will all end
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For us, the younger generation There is but only one cause, The cause of social and national liberation Inherited from the old generations
When we were younger and not old enough We heard the songs of the coming revolution, We heard the rich cursing, haunted but by one thought - The vision of impending revolution.
Fathers brought home the thoughts of their mates Excited discussions coated with secret joy In anticipation of the day when exploitation will end. The dream of our fathers and mothers - the seething volcano.
We saw the faces of workers lit up only When they again received the news Of the impending revolution - of the new world. Those days we spent plotting the old world's destruction.
The dream - without exploitation and wage-slavery, Dream of the dignity of the working man, Of the producer - the modern proletariat - The gravedigger of the bourgeoisie.
Reg flags, hot tempers, manifestos of revolutionary change, The blueprint of the new world, according to the inherent laws, Clenched fists, fearlessly advancing against the bayonets, Unshakeable and undefeated, the old generation bequeathed us revolution.
The dream of the progressive - the enlightened, Of Marx, Engels, Lenin, Stalin - Of Marxist-Leninists, of workers of all countries, This dream propels the wheel of history.
We are the younger generation - young and fresh and new - The generations' dream has been passed down to us, With the added revolutionary drive - That makes us yearn and work for revolution tirelessly.
We the new generation - we the future on which Our fathers and mothers, proletarians and progressives, Oppressed and all those who care - hold high hopes. The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us. The dream of the generations is young and fresh in us.
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O young men from Canada, Young women from across the land Throughout Canada your homeland The rich have stretched their hand. In cahoots with the foreign imperialists They've been carrying on exploitation From the shores of the atlantic to the pacific ocean In Montreal and Toronto and Vancouver When you see the tall building there And the rich steeped in opulence, There you will find my bones
At the end of the last century And as this one began Capitalism reached its zenith The stage of decadence and parasitism The entire globe became its market All living souls must submit To insatiable thirst for plunder of the imperialists Peoples were devastated nations blown to the wind In imperialist plunder There you will find my bones
O young men from Canada, Young women from various lands When you travel cross Canada Search for my bones Along every mile of the great railways Stretching from east to west In every mine in British Columbia and In the great Canadian Shield In the canals and forests of Quebec And across the massed prairies Where the grain is plentiful, There you will find my bones
The time has come and it is now, We must take Canada as our own The land of the toilers, Proletarians from east, west and north Of small farmers and small fishermen And of the native people And of those who fight for freedom, Independence and democracy We must get out of this crisis Of the capitalist class In the struggle for socialism, There you will find my bones
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Fighting youth of our country Take up the tasks close at hand The future lies with the working class And with the youth of every land
Oh youth wherever the fight is Voice of the youth is the bugle Revolution is the battle call CYUB is the crimson path
The rich attempt to divide us For united we are strong All for one and one for all Must be our battle song
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Imperialists want to use us As cannon fodder in their wars We'll stay the hands of these murders Friendship and peace wer'e fighting for
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We're the class of proletarians we have unbounded strength and fire But today we're enslaved and our very lives are up for hire To end this degradation, the Party to conscious revolutionary action does aspire.
Round the teachings of Lenin we must constantly unite. He taught that the working class needs a party of new type. A party professional and disciplined that can organise the revolution And for this unfailing we fight.
The founding of the Party is a great historic landmark, Grasping Marxism - Leninism the Party leads the British Working class On the path of the Great October Revolution. This path is the only path for the proletarians of the world.
Our class in each country produces diamonds so bright, Its best sons and daughters who are prepared to give their life To building the Party of the working class To lead the broad masses in the revolutionary fight.
The Revolutionary Communist Party of Britain (Marxist-Leninist) Is the head to direct the blows of the working class's clenched fist, It points out the enemy and unites the mass 'Gainst the class of exploiters, the British monopoly capitalists.
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In utter chaos the old order spews out Unlimited decadence and parasitism. It brings disaster to mankind and fights against Progress with unprecedented ferocity. Stricken by all kinds of sickness, this system's in All-sided crisis with economic at the base. Spiritual and cultural devastation The crisis is social and political too. In the midst of this dying old world The proletarians of all lands are fighting. The oppressed in their millions are rising Demanding their social and national liberation. Genuine Marxist-Leninists on the world scale Are organising to end the old world.
We sing for the future Proletarians of all lands We unite and fight together for revolution and socialism. We sing for the future Proletarians of all lands We unite and fight together For the victory of communism.
The Paris Commune was the signal of coming Revolutionary storms and victory of Marxism. October Revolution brought Leninism to the workers, Established the first proletarian state. New civilization has come into being The guns of Aurora so boldly proclaimed. Socialism is the inevitable next stage And it will prevail all over the globe. No refrain about the old world And no illusions about the past. Forward we look to the future of toilers Under the banner of Marxism-Leninism. This is the future for all mankind Near future devoid of all class oppression. There will be no place in this new world for imperialism. Social-imperialism or all reaction.
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Come join with us all the youth of our land Come join all the toilers who refuse to be slaves. Come all who fight for the forward march For the brilliant future of communism. We bring with us from the past what is purest The sentiment for the liberation of man And from today we take Marxism-Leninism, Revolutionary struggles of the workers of all lands. Our revolution is based on the proletariat The only thoroughly revolutionary class. Proletariat is the gravedigger of The bourgeoisie and all exploiting systems. Our songs are songs of proletarian struggle Of revolution and sacrifice. Come one and all and sing for the future The victory of revolution in on the horizon.
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