WORLD ORDER!!!!

Italian Lyrics

Fratelli d'Italia,
L'Italia s'è desta;
Dell'elmo di Scipio
S'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma;
Ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò.
Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
L'Italia chiamò.

Noi siamo da secoli
Calpesti, derisi,
Perché non siam popolo,
Perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
Bandiera, una speme:
Di fonderci insieme
Già l'ora suonò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
L'Italia chiamò.

Uniamoci, amiamoci;
l'Unione e l'amore
Rivelano ai Popoli
Le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
Il suolo natio:
Uniti, per Dio,
Chi vincer ci può?

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
L'Italia chiamò.

Dall'Alpi a Sicilia,
Dovunque è Legnano;
Ogn'uom di Ferruccio
Ha il core e la mano;
I bimbi d'Italia
Si chiaman Balilla;
Il suon d'ogni squilla
I Vespri suonò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
L'Italia chiamò.

Son giunchi che piegano
Le spade vendute;
Già l'Aquila d'Austria
Le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia,
Il sangue Polacco,
Bevé col Cosacco,
Ma il cor le bruciò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
L'Italia chiamò.
Brothers of Italy,
Italy has awoken,
With Scipio's helmet
Binding her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
For God has made her
Rome's slave.
Let us join in cohort,
We are ready to die!
We are ready to die!
Italy has called!

We were for centuries
Downtrodden and 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 join together!

Let us join in cohort,
We are ready to die!
We are ready to die!
Italy has called!

Let us unite and love one another;
Union and love
Show the people
The way of the Lord
Let us swear to free
Our native soil;
United under God,
Who can defeat us?

Let us join in cohort,
We are ready to die!
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 all called Balilla;
Every trumpet blast
Sounds the Vespers.

Let us join in cohort,
We are ready to die!
We are ready to die!
Italy has called!

Mercenary swords,
They're feeble reeds.
The Austrian eagle
Has already lost its plumes.
The blood of Italy
And the Polish blood
It drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned her heart.

Let us join in cohort,
We are ready to die!
We are ready to die!
Italy has called

 

Scorchio!

I had dinner in the room that was reputed to be the scene of the
signing of the treaty of Italian unity (or some such) in 1861(?) when I
was in Torino last month.

--
Ivan Reid, School of Engineering & Design, _____________ CMS Collaboration,
Brunel University. Ivan.Reid@[brunel.ac.uk|cern.ch] Room 40-1-B12, CERN
GSX600F, RG250WD "You Porsche. Me pass!" DoD #484 JKLO#003, 005
WP7# 3000 LC Unit #2368 (tinlc) UKMC#00009 BOTAFOT#16 UKRMMA#7 (Hon)
KotPT -- "for stupidity above and beyond the call of duty".

 

Nice,,,,,,

I recently went to Predappio[sp?] to visit the grave of Il Duce, 2
groups in Italy, those that liked him and those you hated him, no
*gray* area with him!

*SHOULD* have visited some of the Italian motorcycle manufacturers, so
far yet so little time...Reason to return!