Текст песни Бенито Муссолини - марш

MARCH OF THE ANARCHISTS

Sing the song under the thunder of blows,
Under explosions and bullets, under the flames of fires,
Under the banner of a black giant struggle,
To the sound of the alarm bell!
Destroy, brothers, palaces and idols,
Knock off chains, tearing porphyry;
Pretty submissive and slavish love -
We will sink people's grief in blood!

Woke up, the people's will rise
At the groans of the commune, at the call of Ravachol,
To cries for the revenge of dead people,
Under the yoke of the bourgeois, in the loop of the executioners.
There are many of them, without counting, the need for broken,
Killed in the prison, on the scaffold of the dead,
There are a lot of them, about the truth, that served you
And those who fell in the heroic, unequal struggle:

Their moans are hovering over the sky of Russia,
Their moans, calls, like the murmur of the elements,
Sound over Paris, Cayenne deaf
And they call us to a valiant battle.
Sing the song under the thunder of blows,
Under explosions and bullets, under the flames of fires,
Under the banner of a black giant struggle,
To the sound of the alarm bell!

"Burevestnik" (Paris), 1908, No. 10-11, P. 23

Probably the basis of its translation from French: the French realities of the 1870s - early 1890s are mentioned: the Paris Commune (1871), the terrorist acts of anarchist Ravachol in 1892 (executed July 11, 1892). The song in different versions was popular in anarchic parts during the Civil War. The first lines are quoted in the proclamations of anarchists of the underground, "Can not be procrastinated" (Moscow, 1919):

Brothers anarchists, for dynamite! Bombs in hand! Without mercy we will unleash the executioners of the people, the executioners of the revolution! Brethren, "Let us sing the song under the thunder of blows, under explosions and bullets, under the flames of fires; under the banner of a black giant struggle, we will sink the people's grief in the blood of the executioners and jailers. Our black banner beats bad weather. Many brave fell in the fight. So hurry, our brothers are tired. A friend forward to the struggle for equality, for the will.

(see Documents of the organization of anarchists of the underground).

Phonogram in modern arrangement - see here.

MAKHNOVSKY VARIANTS

Hymn of the Makhnovists
& lt; fragment & gt;

Sing, brothers, under the thunder of blows,
Under explosions and bullets, under the flames of fires,
Under the banner of a black giant struggle,
Under the sounds of & quot; Nabata & quot; recruiting pipe ...

There are many of them, without the need to score the hammered,
Tortured in prisons, on the scaffold of the dead,
There are a lot of them, about the truth, that served you
And those who died in the heroic unequal struggle ...

Golovanov V.Ya. Tachanki from the South. - Moscow: Izd-vo & quot; March & quot ;, 1997, p. 229-230.

According to the author of the book about the Makhnovist movement "Tachanka from the South" Vasily Golovanov, the full text of the song was published in the Makhnovists' newspaper "The Way to Freedom", 1919, the city of Alexandrovsk.

Vladimir Chop in the book "Marusya Nikiforova & quot; (written between 1996 and 2008), mentioning that the detachments of Marousi Nikiforova - who at different times fought as part of the Makhnovist army, and also autonomously - were also considered their anthem "Anarchist March", leads the following variant:

March of Anarchists

Sing the song to the thunder and blows,
Under explosions of shells, under the flames of fires,
Under the banner of a black giant struggle,
To the sound of the alarm bell!

They are many without an account of fate forgotten,
Tortured in prisons, on the scaffold of the dead,
There are a lot of them, oh, true, they served you
And those who fell in the heroic, unequal struggle.

Take rifles and brownies boldly,
Let's go beat the bourgeois for a just cause!
Pretty shameful and slavish love,
We will sink people's grief in blood!

ROGOVSKY OPTION

March of Anarchists

Sing the song under the thunder of unrest
Under bullets and explosions, under the flames of struggles,
Under the banner of a black giant struggle,
To the sound of the alarm, - the recruitment pipe.

Take the palaces and destroy the idols
Knock off chains, rip off porphyry:
Pretty submissive and slavish love!
We will sink the people's grief in blood.

Rose, awakened the People's Will
To the groans of the Commune, to the call of Rovashol,
To the cries for the revenge of dead people
Under the oppression of the bourgeois, under the yoke of chains.

There are a lot of them, oh, really! - the need for the downtrodden,
They are many in prison, on the block