Brothers of Italy Italy has awoken, with Scipio, With
She has bound her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
slave of Rome
God has made.
in cohort
Ready to die
called Italy. We for centuries
downtrodden and derided,
Why not one people,
Because we are divided.
Let one flag, one hope
us together
Already the hour has struck.
in cohort
Ready to die
called Italy.
Let us unite and love one another,
the Union, and love
Reveal to peoples The way of the Lord;
swear to free Our native soil
united under God, Who can defeat us?
in cohort
Ready to die
called Italy. From the Alps to Sicily
Legnano is everywhere, Ferruccio
Every man has the heart, has a hand
The children of Italy Are all called
Balilla,
the sound of each ring
the Vespers.
in cohort
Ready to die
called Italy. Son
that drunk
swords sold:
Already the Eagle of Austria
Has lost his plumes.
The blood of Italy,
the Polish blood
She drank with Cossack
But it burned her heart.
in cohort
Ready to die
Italy called
In March a calendar full of events sponsored by the Women's Center of Mestre