National Anthem Italy

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
bound Scipio’s helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
bound Scipio’s helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
bound Scipio’s helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
bound Scipio’s helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!

We were for centuries
downtrodden, 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 unite.

We were for centuries
downtrodden, 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 unite.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!

Let us unite, let us love one another,
Union and love
Reveal to the peoples
The ways of the Lord.
Let us swear to set free
The land of our birth:
United, by God,
Who can overcome us?

Let us unite, let us love one another,
Union and love
Reveal to the peoples
The ways of the Lord.
Let us swear to set free
The land of our birth:
United, by God,
Who can overcome us?

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!

From the Alps to Sicily,
Legnano is everywhere;
Every man hath the heart
and hand of Ferruccio
The children of Italy
Are all called Balilla;
Every trumpet blast
soundeth the Vespers.

From the Alps to Sicily,
Legnano is everywhere;
Every man hath the heart
and hand of Ferruccio
The children of Italy
Are all called Balilla;
Every trumpet blast
soundeth the Vespers.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!

The mercenary swords
Are feeble reeds.
Already the Eagle of Austria
Hath lost its plumes.
The blood of Italy,
the Polish blood
It drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned its heart.

The mercenary swords
Are feeble reeds.
Already the Eagle of Austria
Hath lost its plumes.
The blood of Italy,
the Polish blood
It drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned its heart.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!

Long live Italy,
She has awoken from slumber,
bound Scipio’s helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Long live Italy,
She has awoken from slumber,
bound Scipio’s helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!
Yes!