Hymn
Brothers of Italy,
Italy rose.
With the helmet of Scipio
He covered his head.
Where is Victory?
That it sustains backlash
Why was Rome as a slave
God created it.
(Chorus)
Close ranks.
Are you ready to die.
Are you ready to die.
Italy has called us.
Close ranks.
Are you ready to die.
Are you ready to die.
Italy has called us.
For centuries we
Downtrodden, despised,
Because we are not a people
Why we split
Reunamo us under a single
Flag: hope
To come together.
Sounded the hour.
We unite, let us love,
the Union, and love
Reveal to peoples
The ways of the Lord;
Let's take it free
The native soil:
United by God
Who can win?
From the Alps to Sicily
Everywhere is Legnano,
Each man Ferruccio
It has heart, has the hand
The children of Italy
They call themselves Balilla,
The sound of each bell
Rang at Vespers.
Are junks plying
Swords Sold:
The Eagle of Austria
Has lost his plumes.
The blood of Italy,
The Polish blood,
He drank with the Cossack,
But the heart burned.
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