L'étendard sanglant est levé.
Entendez vous, dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces farouches soldats.
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes.

Aux armes citoyens!

Formez vos batailons,

Marchons, marchons!

Amour sacré de la Patrie,

Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs.

Liberté, liberté chérie,

Combats avec tes défenseurs;

Combats avec tes défenseurs;

Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents;
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

Aux armes citoyens!

The day of glory has come.

Against us the blood-stained banner

Of tyranny is raised,

The banner of tyranny is raised,

Hear, in the fields, the roar

Of her fierce soldiers.

They come right into our arms

To slaughter our sons and our consorts.

Patriots, to arms!

Form your battalions,

Let's march, let's march!

May the tyrant's foul blood water our furrows!

Sacred love of country,

May you guide and sustain our avenging hands.

Freedom, dear freedom,

Fight along with those who defend you,

Fight along with those who defend you.

Under our flags, may victory

Follow your manly accents;

May your dying enemies

See your triumph and our glory!

Patriots, to arms!

Form your battalions,

Let's march, let's march!

May the tyrant's foul blood water our furrows!