Arise, children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us, tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised
Bloody banner is raised
Do you hear in the countryside
The roar of these ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into our arms
To slit the throats of our sons, our women!
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Strike or hold back your blows
Spare these wretched victims
Regretfully arming themselves against us
Regretfully arming themselves against us
But these bloodthirsty despots
But these accomplices of Bouillé
All these tigers who, without pity
Tear their mother's breast
Sacred love of the fatherland
Lead, support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished Liberty
Fight with your defenders
Fight with your defenders
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your powerful calls
Let your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory