“Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men”

“Let us be like a bird for a moment perched On a frail branch when he sings;Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song,Knowing that he has wings.”

“Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.”

“With just the ‘Carmagnole’ to sing he will only overthrow Louis XVI; but give him the ‘Marseillaise’ and he will liberate the world. ”

“Chantez, riez; soyez heureux, soyes célèbres;Chacun de vous sers bientôt dans les ténèbres. Sing, laugh; be happy, be famous;Each one of you will soon be in the darkness.”

“Be a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”

“Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.”