Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains
There's nothing better for slaves than to fight for changes

Giving their persons, on condition to loose their goods also
I fail to see, what they have now left to preserve

For him him who renounces everything, no indemnity is possible
Sooner dead than a slave
Nothing to lose but his chains

I refuse tranquility, if it means to live and die in dungeons

Every man is born free, he is his own master
Refuse the yoke of slavery

To yield to force is an act of necessity not of will
At the most an act of prudence, in what fucking sense can it be a duty?

Every man is born free, he is his own master
Refuse the yoke of slavery

For him him who renounces everything, no indemnity is possible
Sooner dead than a slave
Nothing to lose but his chains

I refuse this oppression
It not only has forged the weapons that bring death to itself
It has also called into existence the men
Who are who are to to wield those weapons