The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts' blood dyed its every fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns were sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man's frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
With head uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts' blood dyed its every fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns were sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man's frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
With head uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Within its shade we live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 1/5/2014 - 11:55
Lingua: Finlandese
Testo finlandese
Finnish lyrics
Suomalaiset sanat
A link to the song performed by Reijo Frank:
Finnish lyrics
Suomalaiset sanat
A link to the song performed by Reijo Frank:
PUNALIPPU
On kansan lippu punainen,
se verhos' ruumiit marttyyrein,
mi verellään sen punasi
ja taistoss' henkens' uhrasi.
Nyt lippu tää jo nostakaa
sen varjoss' elää, kuolla saa
Ei petost' siedä se suojassaan,
eest' oikeuden se hulmuaa.
Sen punaa Ranska rakastaa
ja laulaa Saksa sen kunniaa.
Sen hymnit holveiss' Moskovan
ja Chicagoss' kuulet kaikuvan.
Jo hulmusit kun alkoi työ
ja voiton toivon verhos' yö.
Sä urotöistä todistit
ja sillä väris' pyhitit.
Sä voitostamme muistutat
ja rauhan toivon julistat.
Sä merkki ylväs, puhtoinen
oot jalompien aatteiden.
Päät paljastain me vannotaan:
Sua kuoloon saakka kannetaan.
Tul' hirsipuut tai vankilat
näin viime sanamme kaikuvat:
On kansan lippu punainen,
se verhos' ruumiit marttyyrein,
mi verellään sen punasi
ja taistoss' henkens' uhrasi.
Nyt lippu tää jo nostakaa
sen varjoss' elää, kuolla saa
Ei petost' siedä se suojassaan,
eest' oikeuden se hulmuaa.
Sen punaa Ranska rakastaa
ja laulaa Saksa sen kunniaa.
Sen hymnit holveiss' Moskovan
ja Chicagoss' kuulet kaikuvan.
Jo hulmusit kun alkoi työ
ja voiton toivon verhos' yö.
Sä urotöistä todistit
ja sillä väris' pyhitit.
Sä voitostamme muistutat
ja rauhan toivon julistat.
Sä merkki ylväs, puhtoinen
oot jalompien aatteiden.
Päät paljastain me vannotaan:
Sua kuoloon saakka kannetaan.
Tul' hirsipuut tai vankilat
näin viime sanamme kaikuvat:
inviata da Juha Rämö - 20/3/2015 - 10:22
Lingua: Gaelico irlandese
Go dtí le gairid, ní raibh aon aistriúchán iomlán Gaeilge le fáil ar ‘The Red Flag’, an t‑amhrán sóisialach is fearr aithne anseo agus sa Bhreatain. Tá dhá aistriúchán foilsithe againne le bliain anuas, áfach—agus murar leor na leaganacha atá i Red Banner 32 agus 36, seo iarracht eile fós! Aindrias Ó Cathasaigh a rinne an ceann seo dúinn.
Fino a poco tempo, non esisteva una traduzione irlandese completa di "The Red Flag", la canzone socialista più conosciuta qui e in Gran Bretagna. Abbiamo pubblicato due traduzioni nell'ultimo anno, tuttavia, e se le versioni in Red Banner 32 e 36 non fossero sufficienti, ecco un altro tentativo! Andrias Ó Cathasaigh ha realizzato questo per noi.
An brat dearg - RED BANNER a magazine of socialist ideas
Fino a poco tempo, non esisteva una traduzione irlandese completa di "The Red Flag", la canzone socialista più conosciuta qui e in Gran Bretagna. Abbiamo pubblicato due traduzioni nell'ultimo anno, tuttavia, e se le versioni in Red Banner 32 e 36 non fossero sufficienti, ecco un altro tentativo! Andrias Ó Cathasaigh ha realizzato questo per noi.
An brat dearg - RED BANNER a magazine of socialist ideas
An brat dearg
Is dearg brat an phobail mhóir
Taisléine mairtíreach go leor
Is sula raibh siad fuar gear
D’fhág fuil a gcroí an dearg air
An brat dearg go hard sa spéir
Is faoi a sheasfaimid go léir
Ainneoin lucht fill is meatachán
An dearg a bheidh ar ár gcrann
Is breá le Francaigh é a fheiceáil
Is Gearmánaigh á mholadh thall
Cantar air i Moscó leis
Is Chicago ag dul sa treis
Bhí sé ann i dtús ár nirt
’S an sruth ag dul in aghaidh an chirt
Tugadh cath is mionna air
Coinnímis a dhath dá réir
Meabhraíonn sé an bua a bhí
Is síocháin chóir i ndeireadh slí
Bratach bhreá í, comhartha beo
Den cheart a thabharfaidh daoine leo
Feileann sé don seoinín claon
Ag santú pribhléide dó féin
Lútáil roimh an rachmasaí
An brat naofa a shatailt faoi
Geallaimid é a iompar linn
Ar aghaidh sa chath go gcaillfear sinn
Pé croch nó géibheann atá i ndán
Seo linn ag canadh ár n‑amhráin
Is dearg brat an phobail mhóir
Taisléine mairtíreach go leor
Is sula raibh siad fuar gear
D’fhág fuil a gcroí an dearg air
An brat dearg go hard sa spéir
Is faoi a sheasfaimid go léir
Ainneoin lucht fill is meatachán
An dearg a bheidh ar ár gcrann
Is breá le Francaigh é a fheiceáil
Is Gearmánaigh á mholadh thall
Cantar air i Moscó leis
Is Chicago ag dul sa treis
Bhí sé ann i dtús ár nirt
’S an sruth ag dul in aghaidh an chirt
Tugadh cath is mionna air
Coinnímis a dhath dá réir
Meabhraíonn sé an bua a bhí
Is síocháin chóir i ndeireadh slí
Bratach bhreá í, comhartha beo
Den cheart a thabharfaidh daoine leo
Feileann sé don seoinín claon
Ag santú pribhléide dó féin
Lútáil roimh an rachmasaí
An brat naofa a shatailt faoi
Geallaimid é a iompar linn
Ar aghaidh sa chath go gcaillfear sinn
Pé croch nó géibheann atá i ndán
Seo linn ag canadh ár n‑amhráin
inviata da Boreč - 26/9/2022 - 06:07
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Versi di Jim Connell (1852-1929), militante indipendentista e socialista irlandese.
Sulla melodia della natalizia “O Tannenbaum” (1824) di Ernst Gebhard Salomon Anschütz (1780-1861), organista e compositore tedesco.
Propongo questo inno perchè è stato forse il primo a cantare il Primo Maggio, la festa dei lavoratori nata nel 1856 in Australia (dove si celebrava il 21 aprile) come giornata di sciopero generale per l’ottenimento delle otto ore di lavoro quotidiane, e poi passata negli USA dove, a partire dal 1886, fu celebrata il 1 maggio. Quell’anno fu fatidico perchè - come già sappiamo - a Chicago la polizia attaccò i lavoratori ed il successivo 4 maggio una bomba rudimentale fu lanciata contro i poliziotti, intervenuti ancora per reprimere un raduno pacifico, e molti furono i morti e feriti, a causa dell’esplosione ma anche della reazione degli agenti. L’attentatore non fu mai individuato ma sei dirigenti e militanti anarchici e radicali, quasi tutti immigrati di origine tedesca (August Spies, Samuel Fielden, Adolph Fischer, Albert Parsons, Michael Schwab, Louis Lingg e George Engel), vennero incolpati e condannati a morte.
L’autore de “The Red Flag”, l’irlandese Jim Connell, ne scrisse le parole dopo aver preso parte ad una riunione durante lo sciopero dei portuali di Londra dell’agosto del 1889, mentre da Charing Cross se ne tornava in treno a casa sua, ad Honor Oak, a sud di Londra. Sembra che l’ispirazione gli venne dallo sventolio della bandierina rossa del capotreno... (fonte: en.wikipedia)
“The Red Flag” sarebbe anche l’inno ufficiale del Labour inglese, intonato in Parlamento durante alcuni passaggi politici epocali. L’ultima volta l’hanno cantato nel 2006, ma solo perchè era il centenario della fondazione del partito. Durante l’epoca di Tony “The Butcher” Blair i dirigenti del Labour ne hanno sempre scoraggiata l’esecuzione (ma guarda un po’!?!)
Una versione de “The Red Flag”, con testo abbastanza simile e intitolata “We'll Never Die”, è l’inno ufficiale del Manchester United Football Club.