Forward, sons of France,
The day of glory has come!
To arms, citizens!
Line up in battalions!
Let us march on! Let the impure blood of enemies drench our fields!
The Marseillaise (1792)
Forward, sons of France,
The day of glory has come!
To arms, citizens!
Line up in battalions!
Let us march on! Let the impure blood of enemies drench our fields!
The Marseillaise (1792)