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Brothers of Italy,
Italy has awakened,
Scipio's helmet
she has put on her head.
Where is the Victory?
Let Victory bow down to Italy,
for slave of Rome
God created her (Victory)
Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
Scipio's helmet
she has put on her head.
Where is Victory?
offer her (to Italy) the hair
because slave of Rome
God created her (Victory)
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready to die,
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
Let us unite,
we are ready to die,
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
We have been for centuries
stamped on, and laughed at,
because we are not one people,
because we are divided.
Let us unite under
one flag, one dream:
to melt together
already the time has come.
We have been for centuries
downtrodden, derided,
because we are not one people,
because we are divided.
Let us unite under
one flag, one dream:
for us to unite
the hour has struck.
Let us unite,
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
Let us unite, let us love one another,
for union and love
reveal to the people
the ways of the Lord.
We swear to liberate
the land of our birth:
united under God
who can beat us?
Let us unite, let us love one another,
for union and love
reveal to the people
God's ways.
We swear to set free
the native soil:
united through God
who can overcome us?
Let us unite,
we are ready to die,
Italy has called.
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
From the Alps to Sicily
Legnano is everywhere,
every man has the heart
and hand of Ferruccio;
the children of Italy
are called Balilla,
every trumpet blast
played the Vespers (uprisings).
From the Alps to Sicily
Legnano is everywhere
every man has the heart
and hand of Ferruccio;
the children of Italy
are called Balilla
every trumpet blast
played the Vespers (uprisings).
Let us join in a cohort
we are ready to die
Italy has called
Let us unite
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
Mercenary swords
they are feeble reeds:
already the Eagle of Austria
has lost its feathers.
The blood of Italy
and the Polish blood
(Austria) drank along with Cossacks,
but its heart was burnt.
They are reeds that bend,
the sold (mercenary) swords:
already the Austrian Eagle
has lost its feathers.
The blood of Italy
and the Polish blood,
(Austria) drank with Cossacks,
but it burned its heart.
Let us join in a cohort
we are ready to die
Italy has called.
Let us unite
we are ready to die
Italy has called. Yes!
English subtitles by Rita P.