Here is the first verse of the French national song, with English translations below each line.
Allons enfant de la patrie
Let’s go, children of the fatherland
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
The day of glory is here
Contre nous de la tyrannie
Against us the tyrant
L’étendart sanglant est levé
Has raised the bloody standard
L’étendart sanglant est levé
The bloody standard is raised
Entendez-vous dans vos campagnes
Do you hear in your countrysides
Mugir ces féroces soldats
The growling of those fierce soldiers
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
They are coming right up to your arms
Égorger vos fils et vos compagnes
To cut the throats of your sons and companions
Aux armes citoyens, formez vos bataillons
To arms, citizens, form your battalions
Marchons, marchons
We march, we march
Qu’un sang impur abreuve nos sillons
May impure blood saturate our plowed fields