Fight, they can't starve so they'll fight No money for their bakers' plight Can't pay, so they're locked away Justice is not for those who say Please citizens let us have just a little more gold Then we'll be able to pay for our bread and your dough But no go St. Antoine cannot take anymore Aristos better look for the shore Peasants out of poverty rise Against gentry who think they'll get a fair trial They didn't think that a peasant could get so angry So now they will lose their heads unless they learn to flee To Germany Au même temps, à la Bastille The Bastille gate was fastened tight Window bars blocked out the light A frightened man sat through the night, and he cried The thunder stopped, the gate was raised He'd lost his fight, could not be saved They led him to the shining blade And he died