Fratelli d'Italia
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Fratelli d'Italia,
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Italian brothers Italy has arisen, With Scipio's helmet binding her head. Where is victory? Let her bow down For God has made her The slave of Rome. RIT. Let us gather in legions! We are ready to die! Italy has called! We for centuries have been downtrodden and derided, because we are not a people, because we are divided. Let one flag, one hope Bring us together; The hour has struck For us to join forces. RIT. Let us gather in legions! We are ready to die! Italy has called! Let us unite and love each other For union and love Reveal to peoples The way of Lord Let us swear to free Our native soil; united under God, Who could conquer us? RIT. Let us gather in legions! We are ready to die! Italy has called! From the Alpes to Sicily, Everywhere it is Legnano; Every man has the hearth and hand of Ferruccio. The children of Italy Are called Balilla; Every trumpet blast Sounds the Sicilian vesper. RIT. Let us gather in legions! We are ready to die! Italy has called! Mercenary swords are feeble reeds, and the Austrain eagle Has lost his plumes. This eagle that drunk the blood of Italy and Poland, together with the cossack, But this has burned his gut. RIT. Let us gather in legions! We are ready to die! Italy has called!
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