In the dawn when the sky dull red is glowing

And the road I will travel is agreed to

I will treasure all the love that you have shown me

And go to rouse the people



For the road I will travel is the surface

Beneath the earth our fallen comrades dead but living

Amongst the factories and fields they show our purpose

They show that only in fighting are we unvanquished



If today they should close our last lifes window

If they brand us and bind us with shakles

Yet again they will find the dead beside the living

Against them we you and everyone waging struggle





We will sieze again the land that is our birthright

We will breath again the limpid air of freedom

And a backward glance will tell us who we were

And today in the battle, who we are