The Internationale      New translation of the first stanza and refrain, by Steve Bloom.         Arise, impoverished slaves of hunger;   arise, ye wretched of the earth;   at last, erupting from our slumber.   Justice thunders its rebirth.   Sweep away this epoch of oppression;   our multitude must stand up tall   and shake the earth to its foundation   we have been naught, we shall be all.       'Tis the final battle   march as one and we'll see   the workers' international   unite humanity!       'Tis the final battle   march as one and we'll see   the workers' international   unite humanity!