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This is a partial translation of the song, but you get the general idea.

Labor Song #10 RAGE, TYRANTS!

Rage, tyrants! Jeer at us,
savagely threaten with prison and shackles!
We are might in spirit, though our bodies be trampled–
shame, shame, shame to you, tyrants!

Let the weak in spirit tremble before you,
shamefully trading their sacred rights;
but we do not fear bodily wounds —
shame, shame, shame to you, tyrants!

From spilled blood the earth has reddened,
everywhere a might battle has boiled,
with fire our uprising embraces all countries —
shame, shame, and death to you, tyrants!