Allons enfants de la Patrie

Le jour de gloire est arrivé!

Contre nous de la tyrannie

L'étendard sanglant est levé (bis)

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes

Mugir ces féroces soldats?

Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras

Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!

Aus armes, citoyens!

Formez vos bataillons!

Marchons, marchons,

Q'un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons!

Arise, children of the Fatherland

The day of glory has arrived!

Against us, tyranny's

Bloody banner is raised (repeat).

Do you hear, in the fields

The howling of these savage soldiers?

They are coming into our midst

To cut the throats of our sons, our wives!

To arms, citizens!

Form your battalions!

Let us march, let us march

Until tainted blood

Waters our fields!