What is Intel's sonnel?

This is from the Internationale, right?

Get up, hungry slaves, get up, people suffering all over the world!

Full of blood is boiling, fighting for truth!

The old world is out of water, and slaves are up!

Don't say that we have nothing, we want to be masters of the world!

There has never been a savior, nor does it rely on the immortal emperor.

Creating human happiness depends on ourselves!

We should recapture the fruits of labor and let our thoughts break through the cage.

Let that stove burn red quickly, and you can succeed while the iron is hot!

Who created the human world? It's us working people.

Everything belongs to workers, how can we tolerate parasites!

I hate those poisonous snakes and beasts that eat our flesh and blood.

Once they are destroyed, the bright red sun will shine all over the world!

This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow,

Internalsonnel must be realized.

This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow,

Internalsonnel must be realized.

Internalsonnell is a transliteration of international.

(original)

Get up, hungry prisoner

Arise, toiling masses of the earth.

Because reason growls at new creation.

"This is a better world.

We are no longer bound by the traditional shackles.

Get up and stop being enslaved.

The earth will rise on a new foundation.

We are nothing, we are all.

So, comrades, come and gather.

Let's face the final battle

The Internationale

Unite mankind. (2)

Workers, get up from your sleep.

Get up, prisoner of want.

Because the reason in resistance is thundering now.

Finally ended the era of slang.

Get rid of all your superstitions

Slave masses, get up, get up

From now on, we will change the old traditions.

Sweep away the dust to win the prize.

So, comrades, come and gather.

Let's face the final battle

The Internationale

Unite mankind. (2)

No longer confused by the reaction

We will only fight the tyrant.

Soldiers will also take strike action.

They will break up the team and stop fighting.

If those cannibals keep trying

Sacrifice us for their pride.

They will soon hear the sound of bullets flying by.

We'll shoot our general.

So, comrades, come and gather.

Let's face the final battle

The Internationale

Unite mankind. (2)

No savior fell from the sky.

We don't trust princes or nobles.

Our own right hand chain must tremble.

The chains of hatred, greed and fear