Letras
Paris calls to arms
As the winter warms
Revolution's light
Burns through darkest night
Kingdoms start to shake
As their people wake
Ancient orders fall
Freedom's battle call
Rise up, forty-eight!
Nations cannot wait
Freedom's burning high
Through European sky
Watch the crowns descend
As the old worlds end
Though they crush our flame
Nothing stays the same
German students march
Through the victory arch
Workers rise as one
Till the deed is done
Habsburg empire fears
Magyar's rising spears
Venice breaks her chains
Freedom's spirit reigns
Rise up, forty-eight!
Nations cannot wait
Freedom's burning high
Through European sky
Watch the crowns descend
As the old worlds end
Though they crush our flame
Nothing stays the same
Though reaction's forces gather
Dreams of freedom will not shatter
What was whispered now is sung
Through every native tongue
Though the princes may restore
Nothing's as it was before
In the hearts of those who dared
Revolution's spirit shared
Frankfurt's chambers roar
Opening freedom's door
Poland fights once more
On her ancient shore
Czech and Croat rise
Serb and Magyar flies
Unity they seek
As the old walls break
Rise up, forty-eight!
Nations cannot wait
Freedom's burning high
Through European sky
Watch the crowns descend
As the old worlds end
Though they crush our flame
Nothing stays the same
Autumn brings its might
Darkening freedom's light
Yet the seed remains