Whirlwinds of Danger

"Warszawianka"
Song
Language	Polish, Russian
English title	Whirlwinds of Danger March Song of the Workers The Song of Warsaw Hostile Whirlwinds The Varsovian
Written	between 1879 and 1883
Published	15 September 1883
Genre	Revolutionary song
Songwriter(s)	Wacław Święcicki Douglas Robson (1st English version) Randall Swingler (2nd English version)
Composer(s)	Józef Pławiński

Audio with English lyrics and piano accompaniment

Whirlwinds of Danger (original Polish title: Warszawianka) is a Polish socialist revolutionary song written some time between 1879 and 1883. The Polish title, a deliberate reference to the earlier song by the same title, could be translated as either The Varsovian, The Song of Warsaw (as in the Leon Lishner version) or "the lady of Warsaw". To distinguish between the two, it is often called "Warszawianka 1905 roku" ("Warszawianka of 1905"), after the song became the anthem of worker protests during the Revolution in the Kingdom of Poland (1905–1907), when 30 workers were shot during the May Day demonstrations in Warsaw in 1905.

According to one version, Wacław Święcicki wrote the song in 1879 while serving a sentence in the Tenth Pavilion of the Warsaw Citadel for socialist activity. Another popular version has it written in 1883, immediately upon Święcicki's return from exile in Siberia. By the beginning of the next decade the song became one of the most popular revolutionary anthems in Russian-held Poland. The music was written by composer Józef Pławiński, who was imprisoned together with Święcicki, inspired partially by the January Uprising song "Marsz Żuawów".

Lyrics and variants

Its Russian version with altered lyrics, which removed any mention of Warsaw from the song, the "Varshavianka" (Варшавянка), once experienced considerable popularity. Gleb Krzhizhanovsky is usually reported as the author of the Russian version and the moment of writing the text is thought to be 1897, when Krzhizhanovsky was imprisoned.

The Spanish song "To The Barricades" is set to the same tune. In East Germany, a German translation was created and used as a common piece of marching music by the Army; whilst France's 1st Parachute Hussar Regiment adopted the same music using different lyrics.

In 1924, Isadora Duncan composed a dance routine called Varshavianka to the tune of the song.

An English version of the lyrics, originally titled "March Song of the Workers", but known more widely as "Whirlwinds of Danger", was written by Douglas Robson, a member of the Industrial Workers of the World in the 1920s. A London recording of this version by "Rufus John" Goss, made ca. 1925, is available online. It was notably sung by Paul Robeson (only the first stanza) and Leon Lishner (full version, but with modified lyrics). A different version, which kept Robson's first stanza, but with the second and third completely rewritten by Randall Swingler, was published in 1938. However, this version never achieved major popularity.

In 1936, Valeriano Orobón Fernández adapted "Warszawianka" in Spanish as "A las Barricadas", which became one of the most popular songs of the Spanish anarchists during the Spanish Civil War.

Polish versions

Original Polish lyrics (Socialist version)

Śmiało podnieśmy sztandar nasz w górę! Choć burza wrogich żywiołów wyje, Choć nas dziś gnębią siły ponure, Chociaż niepewne jutro niczyje... O!... bo to sztandar całej ludzkości, To hasło święte, pieśń zmartwychwstania, To tryumf pracy — sprawiedliwości, To zorza wszystkich ludów zbratania. Naprzód, Warszawo! Na walkę krwawą, Świętą a prawą! Marsz, marsz, Warszawo!x2 Dziś, gdy roboczy lud ginie z głodu, Zbrodnią w rozkoszy tonąć, jak w błocie; I hańba temu, kto z nas za młodu Lęka się stanąć choć na szafocie! Nikt za ideę nie ginie marnie, Z czasem zwycięża Chrystus Judasza! Niech święty ogień młodość ogarnie, Choć wielu padnie — lecz przyszłość nasza! Naprzód, Warszawo! Na walkę krwawą, Świętą a prawą! Marsz, marsz, Warszawo! Hura!... zerwijmy z carów korony, Gdy ludy dotąd chodzą w cierniowej; I w krwi zatopmy nadgniłe trony, Spurpurowione we krwi ludowej!... Ha!... zemsta straszna dzisiejszym katom, Co wysysają życie z milionów!... Ha!... zemsta carom i plutokratom! A przyjdzie żniwo przyszłości plonów! Naprzód, Warszawo! Na walkę krwawą, Świętą a prawą! Marsz, marsz, Warszawo!

Modified Polish lyrics (Communist version)

Śmiało podnieśmy sztandar nasz w górę! Choć burza wrogich żywiołów wyje, Choć nas dziś gnębią siły ponure, Chociaż niepewne jutro niczyje... O!... bo to sztandar całej ludzkości, To hasło święte, pieśń zmartwychwstania, To tryumf pracy — sprawiedliwości, To zorza wszystkich ludów zbratania. Naprzód Warszawo! Na walkę krwawą, Świętą a prawą! Marsz, Warszawo, marsz! Dziś, gdy roboczy lud ginie z głodu, Zbrodnią w rozkoszy tonąć, jak w błocie; I hańba temu, kto z nas za młodu Lęka się stanąć choć na szafocie! O, nie bez śladu każdy z tych skona, Co życie sprawie oddają w darze, Bo nasz zwycięski śpiew ich imiona Milionom ludzi ku czci przekaże! Naprzód Warszawo! Na walkę krwawą, Świętą a prawą! Marsz, Warszawo, marsz! Hura!... zerwijmy z carów korony, Gdy ludy dotąd chodzą w cierniowej; I w krwi zatopmy nadgniłe trony, Spurpurowiałe we krwi ludowej!... Ha!... zemsta straszna dzisiejszym katom, Co wysysają życie z milionów!... Ha!... zemsta carom i plutokratom! A przyjdzie żniwo przyszłości plonów! Naprzód, Warszawo! Na walkę krwawą, Świętą a prawą! Marsz, Warszawo, marsz!

English translations

English literal translation of the Communist lyrics

Let us raise boldly our banner, Even though a storm of hostile elements is howling Even though sinister forces oppress us today, Even though everybody's tomorrow is uncertain. Oh, this is the banner of the whole mankind, The sacred call, the song of resurrection, It's the triumph of labor and justice, It's the dawn of the brotherhood of all peoples! Forward, Warsaw! To the bloody fight, Sacred and righteous! March, march, Warsaw! Today when the working people are starving, To indulge in luxury is a crime, And shame to those among us, who in our young age, Are afraid to mount the scaffold! Oh, we will never forget the deaths of those, Who gave their life for the cause, Because our victorious chant will make Their names honoured by millions of people! Forward, Warsaw! To the bloody fight, Sacred and righteous! March, march, Warsaw! Hurra! Let's tear down the crown of the tzars, While peoples are wearing the one of thorns. Let's drown the rotten thrones in blood, Thrones already stained purple with the people's blood! Ha! Frightful vengeance to today's tormentors, That suck the life out of millions of people. Ha! Vengeance to the tzars and plutocrats, And we'll harvest the crops of the future! Forward, Warsaw! To the bloody fight, Sacred and righteous! March, march, Warsaw!

English literal translation of the Socialist lyrics

Let us raise boldly our banner, Even though a storm of hostile elements is howling Even though sinister forces oppress us today, Even though everybody's tomorrow is uncertain. Oh, this is the banner of the whole mankind, The sacred call, the song of resurrection, It's the triumph of labor and justice, It's the dawn of the brotherhood of all peoples! Forward, Warsaw! To the bloody fight, Sacred and righteous! March, march, Warsaw! x2 Today, when the working people are starving, To indulge in luxury is a crime - Shame to the young among us Who are afraid to mount the gallows! For an idea nobody will die in vain, In time Jesus Christ will overcome them! Let the holy fire engulf the people, Many will fall for our future! Forward, Warsaw! To the bloody fight, Sacred and righteous! March, march, Warsaw! x2 Hurra! Let's tear down the crown of the tzars, While peoples are wearing the one of thorns. Let's drown the rotten thrones in blood, Thrones already stained purple with the people's blood! Ha! Frightful vengeance to today's tormentors, That suck the life out of millions of people. Ha! Vengeance to the tzars and plutocrats, And harvest the crops of the future we will! Forward, Warsaw! To the bloody fight, Sacred and righteous! March, march, Warsaw! x2

Douglas Robson version

Whirlwinds of danger are raging around us, O'erwhelming forces of darkness assail, Still in the fight see advancing before us, Red flag of liberty that yet shall prevail. Then forward ye workers, freedom awaits you, O'er all the world on the land and the sea. On with the fight for the cause of humanity. March, march ye toilers and the world shall be free. Women and children in hunger are calling, Shall we be silent to their sorrow and woe? See in the fight see our brothers are falling, Up then united and conquer the foe! Then all of you workers, rightly will reign, O'er all the world on the land and the sea. On with the fight for the cause of humanity. March, march ye toilers and the world shall be free. Off with the crown of the tyrants of evil! Down in the dust with the prince and the peer! Strike off your chains, all ye brave sons of poland! Wake all humanity, for victory is near. Onward and onward, freedom awaits you, O'er all the world on the land and the sea. On with the fight for the cause of humanity. March, march ye toilers and the world shall be free.

Modernized version

Whirlwinds of danger are raging around us, O'erwhelming forces of darkness assail, Still in the fight see advancing before us, Red flag of liberty that yet shall prevail. Then forward you workers, freedom awaits you, O'er all the world on the land and the sea. On with the fight for the cause of humanity. March, march you toilers and the world shall be free. Brothers and sisters in hunger are calling, Shall we be silent to their sorrow and woe? While in the fight see our comrades are falling, Up then united and conquer the foe! Off with the crown of the tyrants of evil! Down in the dust with the prince and the peer! Strike off your chains, sons and daughters of labor! Wake all humanity, for victory is near. Then forward you workers, freedom awaits you, O'er all the world on the land and the sea. On with the fight for the cause of humanity. March, march you toilers and the world shall be free.

Other versions

Russian version

Вихри враждебные веют над нами, Тёмные силы нас злобно гнетут. В бой роковой мы вступили с врагами, Нас еще судьбы безвестные ждут. Но мы подымем гордо и смело Знамя борьбы за рабочее дело, Знамя великой борьбы всех народов За лучший мир, за святую свободу. На бой кровавый, Святой и правый Марш, марш вперед, Рабочий народ. Мрёт в наши дни с голодухи рабочий, Станем ли, братья, мы дольше молчать? Наших сподвижников юные очи Может ли вид эшафота пугать? В битве великой не сгинут бесследно Павшие с честью во имя идей. Их имена с нашей песню победной Станут священны мильонам людей. На бой кровавый, Святой и правый Марш, марш вперед, Рабочий народ. Нам ненавистны тиранов короны, Цепи народа-страдальца мы чтим. Кровью народной залитые троны Кровью мы наших врагов обагрим! Смерть беспощадная всем супостатам! Всем паразитам трудящихся масс! Мщенье и смерть всем царям-плутократам! Близок победы торжественный час. На бой кровавый, Святой и правый Марш, марш вперед, Рабочий народ.

German version

Feindliche Stürme durchtoben die Lüfte, drohende Wolken verdunkeln das Licht. Mag uns auch Schmerz und Tod nun erwarten, gegen die Feinde ruft auf uns die Pflicht. Wir haben der Freiheit leuchtende Flamme hoch über unseren Häuptern entfacht: die Fahne des Sieges, der Völkerbefreiung, die sicher uns führt in der letzen Schlacht. Auf, auf nun zum blutigen, heiligen Kampfe. Bezwinge die Feinde, du Arbeitervolk. Auf die Barrikaden, auf die Barrikaden, erstürme die Welt, du Arbeitervolk! Tod und Verderben allen Bedrückern, leidendem Volke gilt unsere Tat, kehrt gegen sie die mordenden Waffen, dass sie ernten die eigene Saat! Mit Arbeiterblut gedüngt ist die Erde, gebt euer Blut für den letzen Krieg, dass der Menschheit Erlösung werde! Feierlich naht der heilige Sieg. Auf, auf nun zum blutigen, heiligen Kampfe. Bezwinge die Feinde, du Arbeitervolk. Auf die Barrikaden, auf die Barrikaden, erstürme die Welt, du Arbeitervolk! Elend und Hunger verderben uns alle, gegen die Feinde ruft mahnend die Not, Freiheit und Glück für die Menschheit erstreiten! Kämpfende Jugend erschreckt nicht der Tod. Die Toten, der grossen Idee gestorben, werden Millionen heilig sein. Auf denn, erhebt euch, Brüder, Genossen, ergreift die Waffen und schliesst die Reihn!

Faroese version

Hungur og neyð alt ov leingi vit kendu, tíðum varð rænt okkar dagliga breyð. Nú verður á slíkum óskili endi, nú stendur stríðið um lív ella deyð! Tær hugsjónir bjørtu fyrr lív máttu lúka, líkbleikt á valinum arbeiðsfólk lá. Nú er' tað vit skulu hevndarstund brúka: Smell, reyði dúkur mót himinum blá! Nú, haldið í hernað! Dystur skal standa! Sigur skal vinnast, nú framá í bólk! Blóðreyða merki nú smellir um landa: Nú byrjar nýtíð for arbeiðsins fólk!

Chinese version

仇恨的風在頭上咆哮怒吼， 黑暗勢力對我們下毒手。 快團結起來和敵人決一死戰， 也不必問有什麽在前頭。 勇敢地起來、驕傲地起來， 要為了工人的事業去奮鬥！ 高高舉起全人類戰鬥旗幟， 為新世界早來到、人人自由。 正義的戰鬥、流血的戰鬥， 挺起了胸膛，快向前走！ 正義的戰鬥、流血的戰鬥， 挺起了胸膛，快向前走！ 今天我們多少人死於饑餓， 難道我們還能夠不開口？ 在鬥爭中戰友們年輕的眼睛， 難道面對絞刑架會發抖？ 為崇高理想光榮地犧牲， 在鬥爭中他們將流芳千秋！ 他們的姓名隨我們的凱歌， 世世代代活在億萬人心頭。 正義的戰鬥、流血的戰鬥， 挺起了胸膛，快向前走！ 正義的戰鬥、流血的戰鬥， 挺起了胸膛，快向前走！ 和暴君我們是不共戴天， 來受苦人今日要報血仇！ 人民的鮮血浸透了帝王的寶座， 也染紅了我們敵人的手！ 要推翻暴君，要鏟除財閥， 徹底消滅寄生蟲、無恥走狗！ 我們要向劊子手討還血債， 看，紅旗飄，勝利日就在前頭！ 正義的戰鬥、流血的戰鬥， 挺起了胸膛，快向前走！ 正義的戰鬥、流血的戰鬥， 挺起了胸膛，快向前走！

Japanese version
暴虐の雲　光を覆い 　敵の嵐は　荒れ狂う 　怯まず進め　我等の友よ 　敵の鉄鎖を　打ち砕け 　自由の火柱　輝かしく 　頭上高く　燃え立ちぬ 　今や最後の　闘いに 　勝利の旗は　ひらめかん 　起て同胞よ　ゆけ闘いに 　聖なる血に　まみれよ 　砦の上に　我等の世界 　築き固めよ　勇ましく

Romanized Japanese
Bōgyaku no Kumo Hikari wo o-oi Teki no Arashi wa arekurū Hirumazu susume Warera ga Tomo yo Teki no Tessa wo uchikudake Jiyū no Hibashira kagayakashiku Zujō takaku moetachinu Imaya Saigo no Tatakai ni Shōri no Hata wa hiramekan Tate Harakara yo yuke Tatakai ni Seinaru Chi ni mamireyo Toride no Ue ni Warera no Sekai Kizukikatameyo isamashiku

Hungarian version

Rontása tört ránk a dúló viharnak, ordas had áradata kelt ellenünk. Vesztünkre esküdtek ádáz hatalmak, s tudtuk, egy életen át kell küzdenünk. Álltunk a vészben, álltunk merészen, lelkünkben tűzpirosan izzott a cél. Munkások, álljunk a nagy harcra készen, melyből az emberi nem új napja kél! Kínzó igában legörnyedt a hátunk, Mégis reméltük ama nagy diadalt. Szenvedve távol jövendőbe láttunk, s harsogva zengtük a szent csatadalt: Vérünk nem omlott a harcban hiába. Mártírjainknak neve nagy lesz és dicső. Emlékük az fonja legszebb dalába, Melyért elestek: a boldog jövő.

Norwegian version

Fiendens stormvinder mot oss seg kaster, dunkelhets makter trykker oss ned. Frem dog til kampen vi modige haster, er på vår ukjente skjebne beredt. Arbeidersaken stiger med dagen frem under frihetens blodrøde flagg. Det er vårt håp i vår rastløse jagen frem, frem til seier er kampropets klang! Her i vår tid dør det mange av hunger Kan det da mer være tvil i din sjel? Selv skafottene roper med tunger Frihetens sang kan man ei slå ihjel Alle som faller manende kaller Navnene toner igjen i vår sang Og over slettene rungene gjaller frem, frem til seier er kampropets klang! Og som vi hater tyrannenes kroner Ærer vi høyt alle lidelsens bånd Falle skal alle de blodstenkte troner og våre fiender dø for vår hånd Hevnen og døden skal være buden Som tyrraniet skal lide ved oss Selv har vi sået nå høster vi grøden Fremad vi stormer som brusende foss! Hevnen og døden skal være buden Som tyrraniet skal lide ved oss Selv har vi sået nå høster vi grøden Fremad vi stormer som brusende foss!

Danish version

Stormene glammer så vildt over lande, natsorte skyer formørker solens lys. Os kalder pligten mod fjenden at stande, ej ænses smerte og dødskolde gys. Thi vi ejer frihedens lysende flamme, højt vil vi hæve vort luende flag. Her vi os fylker; så kampglad en stamme for folkets frihed står rustet til slag. Nu frem da til kampen. På barrikaden sejren skal vindes for arbejdets folk. Rødt smælder flagdugens flig over staden, ny tid skabes af arbejdets folk. Død og fordærv over folkets tyranner. Bødlernes skare vil høste blodig sæd. Skælvende ser den vort flammende banner, hører vort hævnråb i dødsangstens ræd. Arbejdets helte! Tit har i givet jorden for andre jert dyreste blod. Krigen, den sidste for frihed, for livet kan I vel vinde med sejrshåbets mod. Nu frem da til kampen. På barrikaden sejren skal vindes for arbejdets folk. Rødt smælder flagdugens flig over staden, ny tid skabes af arbejdets folk. Sulten og nøden har naget os alle, tit man berøved' os det daglige brød. Lidelsens samfund i grus nu skal falde, arbejdets ungdom ræddes aldrig for død! Ofte ideen livet har krævet, tit er det ofret for massernes sag. Frem da til kampen. Se fanen er hævet. Arbejderhæren står rede til slag. Nu frem da til kampen. På barrikaden sejren skal vindes for arbejdets folk. Rødt smælder flagdugens flig over staden, ny tid skabes af arbejdets folk.

Dutch version

Donkere stormen staan op in de wolken, Machtige schaduwen verduisteren het licht. Mag ons leed of dood ons verbeiden, Tegen de vijand roept ons de plicht. Wij heffen ter vrijheid stralende standard, Rood als een vlam in de duistere krijg, De standard van moed, De bannier der bevrijding, Brandt boven ons hoofd In de storm van de tijd. Sta op tot de strijd! Bereidt u ten aanval! kamp voor uw leven, Dijn arbeidersvolk! Op de barricades! Op de barricades! Verover de aarde, o arbeidersvolk! Nederlaag en dood aan de demon der wereld! Lijdende mensheid bevrijdt slecht de daad. Tegen de heersers: de stormvloed der bloeders, Dat zij oogsten hun bloedige zaad. Van arbeidersbloed doordrenkt deze aarde... Geef van uw ziel voor de laatste slag: Dat boven de rokende velden ziet rijzen Mensheid het licht van de broederschapdag! Sta op tot de strijd! Bereidt u ten aanval! Kamp voor uw leven, Dijn arbeidersvolk! Op de barricades! Op de barricades! Verover de aarde, o arbeidersvolk!

Italian version

La classe operaia, compagni, è all'attacco, Stato e padroni non la possono fermare, Niente operai curvi più a lavorare Ma tutti uniti siamo pronti a lottare. No a lavoro saloriato, Unità di tutti gli operai! Il comunismo è il nostro progamma Con il Partito conquistiamo il potere. Stato e padroni, fate attenzione, Nasce il Partito dell'insurrezione; Potere operaio e rivoluzione, Bandiere rosse e comunismo sarà! Nessuno o tutti, o tutto o niente, E solo insieme che dobbiamo lotare, O i fucili o le catene: Questa è la scelta che ci resta da fare. Compagni, avanti per il Partito, Contro lo Stato lottà armata sarà: Con la conquista di tutto il potere Il dittatura operaia sarà! Stato e padroni, fate attenzione, Nasce il Partito dell'insurrezione; Potere operaio e rivoluzione, Bandiere rosse e comunismo sarà! I proletari sono pronti alla lotta, Pane e lavoro non vogliono più, Non c'è da perdere che le catene E c'e intero mondo da guadagnare! Via dalla linea, prendiamo il fucile, Forza compagni, alla guerra civile! Agnelli, Pirelli, Restivo, Colombo, Non più parole, ma piogge di piombo! Stato e padroni, fate attenzione, Nasce il Partito dell'insurrezione; Potere operaio e rivoluzione, Bandiere rosse e comunismo sarà! Stato e padroni, fate attenzione, Nasce il Partito dell'insurrezione; Viva il Partito e rivoluzione, Bandiere rosse e comunismo sarà!

Swedish version

Oss alla unga som längta och strida, oss väntar handlingen, som kräver mer än mod. Oss skänkes lyckan att offra och lida, dö för den tro som bröder helgat med blod. Ja, hör hur den brusar, hör hur den dånar, stormen som bådar oss frihetens vår. Vi är de unga blant folken som sjunga. Jublande hymn att ädel strid förstår. Ja, hör hur den brusar, hör hur den dånar, stormen som bådar oss frihetens vår. Vi är de unga blant folken som sjunga. Jublande hymn att ädel strid förstår. En gång när vi alla unga är gömda djupt under tuvorna där fejden hetast stod. Skall våra handlingar ej vara glömda av framtidsfolket som är barn av vårt blod. Ja, ungdom är livets härliga vårtid ungdom förpliktigar mot kommande år. Vi alle unga i kampen vi sjunga. Hänförda, starka mot vårt öde vi går Ja , ungdom är livets härliga vårtid ungdom förpliktigar mot kommande år. Vi alla unga i kampen vi sjunga. Hänförda, starka mot vårt öde vi går.

French version

En rangs serrés, l'ennemi nous attaque, Autour de notre drapeau, groupons-nous ! Que nous importe la mort menaçante ? Pour notre cause, soyons prêts à souffrir. Mais le genre humain, courbé sous la honte, Ne doit avoir qu'un seul étendard, Un seul mot d'ordre : « Travail et Justice, Fraternité de tous les ouvriers » ! Frères, aux armes, Pour notre lutte, Pour la victoire de tous les travailleurs ! Les profiteurs vautrés dans la richesse Privent de pain l'ouvrier affamé. Ceux qui sont morts pour nos grandes idées N'ont pas en vain combattu et péri ! Contre les richards, et les ploutocrates, Contre les rois, contre les trônes pourris, Nous lancerons la vengeance puissante, Et nous serons à tout jamais victorieux ! Frères, aux armes, Pour notre lutte, Pour la victoire de tous les travailleurs !

Chinese version
敵人的烽火在頭上吼叫，黑暗的勢力還在咆哮。 我們與敵人進行戰鬥，誰勝誰負在等待我們的答覆。 驕傲地前進，勇敢地前進，高舉起勞動人民解放的旗！ 高舉起，高舉起戰鬥的旗幟，為了人類的明天奮勇前進！

Finnish version

Riistäjät ruoskaa nyt selkäämme soittaa, vastassa valkoinen armeija on. Pakko on taistella, kuolla tai voittaa, ratkaisu eessä on tuntematon. Mutta me nostamme purppuravaatteen, taistoon mi työläiset kutsua voi. Rohkeina puolesta veljeysaatteen käymme ja kaikille laulumme soi. Aatteemme ainoan, kalliin ja oikean, puolesta raatajat eespäin mars, Aatteemme ainoan, kalliin ja oikean, puolesta raatajat eespäin mars. Veljemme vankilat tyrmiinsä sulkee, kostaja kultaakin kalleimman vei Ilkkuen roistot ja ryövärit kulkee, sellaista kauemmin sallita ei! Vääryyttä vastaan me taistelun teillä kuljemme kostoa kalpamme soi. Vaikkakin yksilöt sortuisi siellä, muistonsa konsana kuolla ei voi! Aatteemme ainoan, kalliin ja oikean, puolesta raatajat eespäin mars, Aatteemme ainoan, kalliin ja oikean, puolesta raatajat eespäin mars. Valtikat, kruunut me pirstoiksi lyömme, orjuuden kahleet katkomme me; kauhea joskin on puhdistustyömme, ihmisen onnen on ehtona se. Siksipä nyt säälittä taistelun tielle, voitto on työväen, tiedämme sen Porvarit, keisarit, helvetti heille, olkoon nyt töistänsä armollinen! Aatteemme ainoan, kalliin ja oikean, puolesta raatajat eespäin mars, Aatteemme ainoan, kalliin ja oikean, puolesta raatajat eespäin mars.

Greek version

Θύελλες, άνεμοι γύρω μας πνέουν Τέκνα του σκότους εμάς κυνηγούν Σ' ύστερες μάχες μπλεκόμαστε τώρα Κι άγνωστες τύχες εμάς καρτερούν Πάντα περήφανοι, πάντα εμπρός Σώζουμε έθνη και δούλους λαούς Πέφτοντας κάπου, μα πάντα νικώντας Σώζουμε έθνη και δούλους λαούς Λιώνουν, πεινούν οι εργάτες μπροστά μας Ως πότε αδέρφια αυτές οι σκηνές Ήρωες νέοι μη σας τρομάζουν Δίκες κρεμάλες και άλλες ποινές Κι όμως ψηλά τη σημαία κρατώντας Πάντα περήφανοι, πάντα εμπρός Πέφτοντας κάπου, μα πάντα νικώντας Σώζουμε έθνη και δούλους λαούς Μίσος κι εκδίκηση σε κάθε κλέφτη Σε κάθε τύραννο της εργατιάς Θάνατος σ' όλους τους μπουρζουάδες Ήρθε η ώρα της λευτεριάς Στη μάχη, στην πάλη, στον τίμιο αγώνα Κείνοι που πέσανε θα δοξαστούν Κι απογόνοι στις συγκεντρώσεις Τα ονόματά τους θα διαλαλούν.

Romanised Greek

Thýelles, ánemoi gýro mas pnéoun Tékna tou skótous emás kynigoún S' ýsteres máches mplekómaste tóra Ki ágnostes týches emás karteroún Pánta perífanoi, pánta emprós Sózoume éthni kai doúlous laoús Péftontas kápou, ma pánta nikóntas Sózoume éthni kai doúlous laoús Liónoun, peinoún oi ergátes mprostá mas Os póte adérfia aftés oi skinés Íroes néoi mi sas tromázoun Díkes kremáles kai álles poinés Ki ómos psilá ti simaía kratóntas Pánta perífanoi, pánta emprós Péftontas kápou, ma pánta nikóntas Sózoume éthni kai doúlous laoús Mísos ki ekdíkisi se káthe kléfti Se káthe týranno tis ergatiás Thánatos s' ólous tous mpourzouádes Írthe i ;ora tis lefteriás Sti máchi, stin páli, ston tímio agóna Keínoi pou pésane tha doksastoún Ki apógonoi stis sygkentróseis Ta onómatá tous tha dialaloún.

Estonian version

Vaenlusetormid meist tuiskavad üle, vihaselt rõhuvad tumedad jõud; vaenlaset vastu viib võitlusesüle ees meil on tundmata saatusesõud. Uhkelt ja võimsalt tõstame siiski tööliste võitluselippu me käes, astume rahvaste võitluseritta, nõuame õigust ja vabadust väes. Veriseks võitluseks kohus meid kutsub - vapralt siis edasi, töölisteväed! Nälgida seni jäänd tööliste osaks- vennad, kas võime siis vaikida veel? Võllas ja tapjate vihane kisa võitlejaid vahvaid ei kohuta teel: ükski ei kao, kes võitluseväljal ohvriks on langenud aadete eest; miljonid tänul neid kannavad meeles, vaimustust saavad veel võitluseteest. Veriseks võitluseks kohus meid kutsub vapralt siis edasi, töölisteväed! Jälgid on meile türannide troonid, püha meil orjade valu ja piin; rahvaste verega määritud kroonid vaenlaste veresse matame siin. Armuta tasu rõhujad saagu, kadugu kurnajad, suregu sund; maha! kes toitvad end töörahva higist, ligi on võidukas pääsmisetund. Veriseks võitluseks kohus meid kutsub vapralt siis edasi, töölisteväed!

Bengali version

ঝঞ্ঝা ঝড় মৃত্যু ঘিরে আজি চারিদিক অন্ধকারের চক্রান্ত কঠিন তবু সংগ্রামে চলো উদ্দাম নির্ভীক রক্তপতাকা হাতে উরধে উড্ডীন । তাই সম্মুখে পদভরে মজদুর বাহাদুর দুনিয়ার শোষিতের মুক্তিপথে বিশ্বের মানবতার অন্তিম যুদ্ধে চলো চলো ভেদি মরু গিরি সমুদ্দুর।। শোনো ঐ নারী শিশুর ক্ষুধার্ত ক্রন্দন আমরা কি রব শুধু নীরব শ্রোতা শত্রুর শিবিরে হানো হানো প্রহরণ হোক না নিহত রনে বন্ধু ভ্রাতা।। যত সাম্রাজ্যের শিরের মুকুট ধূলিতলে হবে আজ অবনত বিশ্বের অধিকারী শ্রমজীবি সন্তান মানুষের মুক্তির দিন আগত।। Romanian Version Haideți să ridicăm cu îndrăzneală steagul nostru! Deși urlă o furtună de elemente ostile, Deși suntem oprimați astăzi de forțe sumbre, Deși mâine nimănui nu este sigur ... Oh! ... pentru că este steagul întregii omeniri, Acesta este un slogan sfânt, un cântec al învierii, Este triumful muncii - dreptatea, Este aurora tuturor popoarelor frăției. Înainte Varsovia! Pentru o luptă sângeroasă, Sfânt și drept! Martie, Varșovia, marș! Astăzi, pe măsură ce oamenii muncii mor de foame, Să se înece în plăcere, ca în noroi; Și o rușine pentru cei dintre noi în tinerețe Îi este frică să stea chiar și pe schelă! Oh, nu fără urmă de fiecare dintre aceste înclinări, Ce le dau cauzei ca dar, Pentru că biruitorii noștri cântând numele lor El va transmite milioane de oameni! Înainte Varsovia! Pentru o luptă sângeroasă, Sfânt și drept! Martie, Varșovia, marș! Ura! ... hai să rupem coroanele țarilor, În timp ce popoarele încă umblă în spini; Și îneacă tronuri putrede în sângele nostru, Crimson în sângele oamenilor! ... Ha! ... răzbunare teribilă pentru torționarii de astăzi, Ce suge viața din milioane! ... Ha! ... răzbunare împotriva țaromului și a plutocraților! Și recolta viitorului culturilor va fi taxată! Înainte, Varșovia! Pentru o luptă sângeroasă, Sfânt și drept! Martie, Varșovia, marș!

In films

• The first words of the Russian version served as a name for 1953 film Hostile Whirlwinds.
• In Doctor Zhivago, an instrumental version of the song is played by the peaceful demonstrators in Moscow.
• The song, in version performed by The Red Army Choir, featured in the opening credits of The Jackal (credited as "Warsovienne"), as well as in the submarine scene of Hail, Caesar! (credited as "Varchavianka").
• The song, with altered lyrics, is used in the second episode of the 2018 Polish Netflix Series 1983

See also

• Revolution in the Kingdom of Poland (1905–1907)
• "Warszawianka 1831 roku"
• "A las barricadas"

References

Books

• Bogdan Zakrzewski (1981). >>Warszawianka<< Wacława Święcickiego [Wacław Święcicki's "Warszawianka"] (in Polish). Ossolineum. p. 44. ISBN 9788304007925.
• Stanisław Ryszard Dobrowolski (1888). Wybór poezyj dla robotników [Selection of poems for the workers]. Biblioteka Robotnika Polskiego (in Polish). Vol. VI. Geneva-Warsaw: Proletaryat. p. 56.
• Artur Nadolski (2008). Pani Chłodna; opowieść o warszawskiej ulicy [Miss Chłodna, story of a Warsaw's street] (in Polish). Bellona. p. 491. ISBN 9788311112582.

Journals

• Anna Szurczak (1981). "Warszawianka". Polonistyka (in Polish). 34 (189). ISSN 0551-3707.

External links

• The English version, performed by Rufus John
• The English version, performed by Leon Lishner
• Whirlwinds of Danger (Douglas Robson) – annotated lyrics at Genius.com
• Whirlwinds of Danger (Randall Swingler) – annotated lyrics at Genius.com
• Warszawianka (Whirlwinds of Danger) (Vii-Pii) – annoted lyrics at Genius.com
• The Russian version
• The German version
• The French Version
• "The Jackal" opening scene from YouTube