Italy – The Future Planet

Italian lyrics^[76]	IPA transcription as sung^[a]	English translation
I 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. (repeat first stanza) Coro: 𝄆 Stringiamci a coorte, siam pronti alla morte. Siam pronti alla morte, l’Italia chiamò. 𝄇 Sì! II Noi fummo da secoli^{[N 2]} calpesti, derisi, perché non siam popolo, perché siam divisi. Raccolgaci un’unica bandiera, una speme: di fonderci insieme già l’ora suonò. (repeat first stanza) Coro III Uniamoci, amiamoci,^{[N 3]} 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? (repeat first stanza) Coro IV Dall’Alpi a Sicilia dovunque è Legnano, ogn’uom di Ferruccio ha il core, ha la mano,^{[N 4]} i bimbi d’Italia si chiaman Balilla, il suon d’ogni squilla i Vespri suonò. (repeat first stanza) Coro V 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.^{[N 5]} (repeat first stanza) Coro VI Evviva l’Italia, dal sonno 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. (repeat first stanza) Coro	1 [fraˈtɛl.li diˈtaːlja \|] [liˈtaːlja ˌsɛ‿dˈde.sta \|] [delˈlel.mo di‿ʃˈʃiːpjo] [ˌsɛ‿tˈt͡ʃin.ta la ˈtɛ.sta ǁ] [doˈvɛ‿l.la vitˈtɔːrja \|] [le ˈpɔr.ɡa la ˈkjɔːma \|] [ke ˈskjaːva di ˈroːma] [idˈdiːo la kreˈɔ ǁ] (repeat first stanza) 𝄆 [strinˈd͡ʒan.t͡ʃ‿a‿k.koˈor.te \|] [ˌsjam‿ˈpron.ti̯‿al.la ˈmɔr.te ǁ] [ˌsjam‿ˈpron.ti̯‿al.la ˈmɔr.te \|] [liˈtaːlja kjaˈmɔ ǁ] 𝄇 [ˈsi] 2 [ˌnoi̯‿ˈfum.mo da(‿s.)ˈsɛːko.li] [kalˈpe.sti \| deˈriːzi \|] [perˈke‿n.non ˌsjam‿ˈpɔːpo.lo \|] [perˈke‿sˌsjan‿diˈviːzi ǁ] [rakˈkɔl.ɡa.t͡ʃ‿uˈnuːni.ka] [banˈdjɛ.ra(‿)u.na ˈspɛːme \|] [di ˈfon.der.t͡ʃ(i)‿inˈsjɛːme] [ˌd͡ʒa‿lˈloːra swoˈnɔ ǁ] (repeat first stanza) 3 [uˈnjaːmo.t͡ʃi \| aˈmjaːmo.t͡ʃi \|] [luˈnjoːn‿e‿l.laˈmoːre] [riˈveːla.no ai̯ ˈpɔːpo.li] [le ˈviːe del siɲˈɲoːre ǁ] [d͡ʒuˈrjaːmo ˌfar‿ˈliːbe.ro] [il ˈswɔːlo naˈtiːo \|] [uˈniːti \| per ˈdiːo \|] [ki‿vˈvin.t͡ʃer t͡ʃi ˈpwɔ ǁ] (repeat first stanza) 4 [dalˈlal.pi̯‿a‿s.siˈt͡ʃiːlja] [doˈvuŋ.kw(e)‿ˌɛ‿l.leɲˈɲaːno \|] [oɲˈɲwɔn‿di ferˈrut.t͡ʃo] [ˌa‿i̯l ˈkɔːre \| ˌa‿l.la ˈmaːno \|] [i ˈbim.bi diˈtaːlja] [si ˈkjaːmam baˈlil.la \|] [il ˈswɔn ˌdoɲ.ɲi‿ˈskwil.la] [i ˈvɛ.spri swoˈnɔ ǁ] (repeat first stanza) 5 [ˌson‿ˈd͡ʒuŋ.ki ke‿pˈpjɛːɡa.no] [le ˈspaːde venˈduːte \|] [ˌd͡ʒa‿lˈlaːkwi.la ˈdau̯.strja] [le ˈpen.ne ˌa‿p.perˈduːte ǁ] [il ˈsaŋ.ɡwe diˈtaːlja \|] [il ˈsaŋ.ɡwe poˈlak.ko \|] [beˈve \| kol koˈzak.ko \|] [ma‿i̯l ˈkɔr le bruˈt͡ʃɔ ǁ] (repeat first stanza) 6 [evˈviːva liˈtaːlja \|] [dal ˈsɔn.no ˌsɛ‿dˈde.sta \|] [delˈlel.mo di‿ʃˈʃiːpjo] [ˌsɛ‿tˈt͡ʃin.ta la ˈtɛ.sta ǁ] [doˈvɛ‿l.la vitˈtɔːrja \|] [le ˈpɔr.ɡa la ˈkjɔːma \|] [ke ˈskjaːva di ˈroːma] [idˈdiːo la kreˈɔ ǁ] (repeat first stanza)	I Brothers of Italy,^{[N 6]} Italy has risen,^{[N 7]} bound Scipio’s helmet^{[N 8]} Upon her head.^{[N 9]} Where is Victory?^{[N 10]} Let her bow down,^{[N 11]} Because as a slave of Rome^{[N 12]} God did create her.^{[N 13]} (repeat first stanza) Chorus: 𝄆 Let us join in a cohort,^{[N 14]} we are ready for death. We are ready for death, Italy has called! 𝄇^{[N 15]} Yes!^{[N 16]} II We were for centuries downtrodden, derided, because we are not one people, because we are divided.^{[N 17]} Let one flag, one hope gather us all.^{[N 18]} The hour has struck for us to unite. (repeat first stanza) Chorus III 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? ^{[N 19]} (repeat first stanza) Chorus IV From the Alps to Sicily, Legnano is everywhere;^{[N 20]} Every man hath the heart and hand of Ferruccio^{[N 21]} The children of Italy Are all called Balilla;^{[N 22]} Every trumpet blast soundeth the Vespers.^{[N 23]} (repeat first stanza) Chorus V The mercenary swords Are feeble reeds.^{[N 24]} Already the Eagle of Austria Hath lost its plumes.^{[N 25]} The blood of Italy, The blood of Poland It with Cossacks did drink,^{[N 26]} But will burn its heart.^{[N 27]} (repeat first stanza) Chorus VI Long live Italy, She has awoken from slumber, bound Scipio’s helmet^{[N 8]} Upon her head.^{[N 9]} Where is Victory?^{[N 10]} Let her bow down,^{[N 11]} Because as a slave of Rome^{[N 12]} God did create her.^{[N 13]} (repeat first stanza) Chorus