Italy

Italian lyrics 1. Fratelli d’Italia L’Italia s’è desta, Dell’elmo di Scipio S’è cinta la testa. Dov’è la Vittoria? Le porga la chioma, Ché schiava di Roma Iddio la creò Fratelli d’Italia L’Italia s’è desta, Dell’elmo di Scipio S’è cinta la testa. Dov’è la Vittoria? Le porga la chioma, Ché schiava di Roma Iddio la creò CHORUS: Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte Siam pronti alla morte L’Italia chiamò. Stringiamci a coorte Siam pronti alla morte Siam pronti alla morte L’Italia chiamò! (Sì!) 2. Noi siamo da secoli Calpesti, derisi, Perché non siam popolo, Perché siam divisi. Raccolgaci un’unica Bandiera, una speme: Di fonderci insieme Già l’ora suonò. 3. Uniamoci, amiamoci, l’Unione, e l’amore Rivelano ai Popoli Le vie del Signore; Giuriamo far libero Il suolo natìo: Uniti per Dio Chi vincer ci può? Chorus 4. Dall’Alpi a Sicilia Dovunque è Legnano, Ogn’uom di Ferruccio Ha il core, ha la mano, I bimbi d’Italia Si chiaman Balilla, Il suon d’ogni squilla I Vespri suonò. 5. Son giunchi che piegano Le spade vendute: Già l’Aquila d’Austria Le penne ha perdute. Il sangue d’Italia, Il sangue Polacco, Bevé, col cosacco, Ma il cor le bruciò. Chorus English translation 1. Italian Brothers, Italy has awakened, She has wreathed her head With the helmet of Scipio. Where is Victory? She bows her head to you, You, whom God created As the slave of Rome. Italian Brothers, Italy has awakened, She has wreathed her head With the helmet of Scipio. Where is Victory? She bows her head to you, You, whom God created As the slave of Rome. CHORUS: Let us band together, We are ready to die, We are ready to die, Italy has called us. Let us band together, We are ready to die, We are ready to die, Italy has called us! (Yes!) 2. We were for centuries Downtrodden and derided, because we are not one people, because we are divided. Let one flag, one hope gather us all. The hour has struck for us to join together. 3. Let us unite and love one another, Union and love Show the people The way of the Lord. Let us swear to free Our native soil; United under God, Who can defeat us? Chorus 4. From the Alps to Sicily, Legnano is everywhere; Every man has the heart and hand of Ferruccio The children of Italy Are all called Balilla; Every trumpet blast sounds the Vespers. 5. Mercenary swords, they’re feeble reeds. The Austrian eagle Has already lost its plumes. The blood of Italy and the Polish blood It drank, along with the Cossack, But it burned its heart. Chorus