[Oh,] brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken up.
Scipio's helmet
is bending its head.
Where is Victory ?
She shall descend
for a slave of Rome
God has made her.
Let's line up on a cohorte,
we are willing to sacrifice ourselves,
Italy is calling for us.
For [many] centuries, we used to be
tossed down, desperate.
Because we weren't a united people,
but divided.
Everyone shall gather
under one banner, [having] one common hope.
The time has come for us
to strike at this moment.
Let's line up on a cohorte,
we are willing to sacrifice ourselves,
Italy is calling for us.
Let us have unity and love each other,
[and battle] for the Union and the Love.
So as to unravel to the people
God's decision.
May we swear that we shall liberate
[our] homeland.
When we become as one, [battling] in the name of God,
who can defeat us ?
Let's line up on a cohorte,
we are willing to sacrifice ourselves,
Italy is calling for us.
From the Alps up to Sicily,
Legnano is omnipresent,
with each man having
Feruccio's hands and heart.
The children of Italy
are [all] called Balilla.
Every sound [emitted] from the trumpets
is similar to the Vesper.
Let's line up on a cohorte,
we are willing to sacrifice ourselves,
Italy is calling for us.
The swords of the mercenaries
have [now] become vulnerable.
The Austrian Eagle
has already lost its sprouts.
The blood of Italy,
the blood of the Polish [people],
these ones are what it drank with the blood of the Cozaks,
but they burnt its heart.
Let's line up on a cohorte,
we are willing to sacrifice ourselves,
Italy is calling for us.