проснись рашнёю зачморённьй
Ves mir golodnykh i rabov!
Kipit nash razum vozmushchyonny
I v smertny boy vesti gotov
Ves mir nasilya my razrushim
Do osnovanya, a zatem
My nash, my novy mir postroim, –
Kto byl nichem, tot stanet vsem

[Pripev]
Eto yest nash posledny
I reshitelny boy;
S Internatsionalom
Vospryanet rod lyudskoy!
Eto yest nash posledny
I reshitelny boy;
S Internatsionalom
Vospryanet rod lyudskoy!

Nikto ne dast nam izbavlenya:
Ni bog, ni tsar i ne geroy!
Dobyomsya my osvobozhdenya
Svoyeyu sobstvennoy rukoy
Chtob svergnut gnyot rukoy umeloy
Otvoyevat svoyo dobro, –
Vzduvayte gorn i kuyte smelo
Poka zhelezo goryacho!
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[Pripev]
Eto yest nash posledny
I reshitelny boy;
S Internatsionalom
Vospryanеt rod lyudskoy!
Eto yest nash posledny
I reshitеlny boy;
S Internatsionalom
Vospryanet rod lyudskoy!

Lish my, rabotniki vsemirnoy
Velikoy armii truda
Vladet zemlyoy imeyem pravo
No parazity – nikogda!
I yesli grom veliky gryanet
Nad svoroy psov i palachey, –
Dlya nas vsyo tak zhe solntse stanet
Siyat ognyom svoikh luchey

[Pripev]
Eto yest nash posledny
I reshitelny boy;
S Internatsionalom
Vospryanet rod lyudskoy!
Eto yest nash posledny
I reshitelny boy;
S Internatsionalom
Vospryanet rod lyudskoy!