Pensament [Va, pensiero] [English translation]

Thoughts, always rising, always flying,

Climb up to the mountaintops,

Where the scents can still be perceived

Of all the flowers in my homeland.

Move forward towards the East, until you reach the islands:

Cross all the borders with the Northerly wind.

Oh my Homeland, so beautiful and mistreated,

Oh beloved and fatal memory!

Courageous song in the voices of poets

Do not falter to day and fade not;

Revive, once again, hope

And remind us what we have been.

Reminisce about that time when we were

A single people under a single banner;

And comfort us with wise words

As we wait for our tomorrow to arrive.