La Brabançonne
Après des siècles d'esclavage,
Le Belge sortant du tombeau
A reconquis par son courage
Son nom, ses droits et son drapeau.
Et ta main souveraine et fière,
Désormais, peuple indompté,
Grava sur ta vieille bannière :
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Grava sur ta vieille bannière :
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
O Belgique, ô mère chérie,
A toi nos cœurs, à toi nos bras !
A toi notre sang, ô Patrie,
Nous le jurons tous, tu vivras !
Tu vivras toujours grande et belle
Et ton invincible unité
Aura pour devise immortelle :
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Aura pour devise immortelle :
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
Le Roi, la Loi, la Liberté !
The Brabançonne
After centuries of slavery,
The Belgian rising from the grave
Has reconquered by his bravery
His name, his rights, and his flag.
And your sovereign and proud hand,
From now on, untamed people,
Engraved on your old banner:
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
Engraved on your old banner:
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
O Belgium, beloved mother,
To you our hearts, to you our arms!
To you our blood, O Homeland,
We all swear, you will live!
You will always live great and beautiful
And your invincible unity
Will have as immortal motto:
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
Will have as immortal motto:
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
The King, the Law, the Freedom!
The King, the Law, the Freedom!