e Chant Des Partisans is a song in French Friend, do you hear the black flight of the crows on our plains? Friend, do you hear the muffled cries of the country that is being chained? Hey, supporters, workers and peasants, this is the alarm. Tonight the enemy will know the price of blood and tears. Go up the mine and down the hill, comrades ! Take out the rifles, the grapeshot, the grenades from the straw. Ahoy, bullet and knife killers, kill quickly! Ahoy, saboteur, be careful of your burden: dynamite... We are the ones who break the prison bars for our brothers. Hate chasing us and hunger pushing us, misery. There are countries where people in their beds have dreams. Here, we, you see, we walk and we kill, we die... Here everyone knows what they want, what they do when they pass by. Friend, if you fall a friend comes out of the shadows in your place. Tomorrow black blood will dry in the bright sun on the roads. Sing, companions, in the night Liberty listens to us... Friend, do you hear these muffled cries of the country that is being chained together? Friend, do you hear the black flight of the crows on our plains? Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh