The Red Flag
Jim ConnellOriginale | Testo finlandese |
THE RED FLAG 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. | 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: |