| 1 Brothers of Italy, Italy has awakened; Scipio's helmet she has put on her head. Where is the Victory? Offer her the hair; because slave of Rome God created her. Let us unite! We are ready to die; Italy called. | 2 We have been for centuries stamped on, and laughed at, because we are not one people, because we are divided. Let's unite under one flag, one dream; To melt together Already the time has come. Let us unite! We are ready to die; Italy called. | 3 Let's unite, let's love; The union and the love Reveal to the people God's ways. We swear to liberate the native soil: United, for God, Who can beat us? Let us unite! We are ready to die; Italy called. | 4 From the Alps to Sicily, Everywhere is Legnano; Every man of Ferruccio has the heart and the hand; the children of Italy are called Balilla; The sound of every church bell calling for evening prayers. Let us unite! We are ready to die; Italy called. |
5 They are branches that bend |