Per i morti di Reggio Emilia [English translation]

You comrade and citizen, you brother partisan,

let's hold all by the hand in these saddest days:

again in Reggio Emilia, again down there in Sicily

some comrades have fallen by the hand of the fascists.

And again like in the past,

days all Italy is swept

by raging winds

and the storm is blowing.

Ovidio Franchi died at the age of nineteen

for those who feel tired or are prey to doubt.

Lauro Farioli died so to remedy your fault

if you've already forgotten Duccio Galimberti.

They all died about twenty,

they died for our future,

they all died like old partisans.

Marino Serri died, so did Afro Tondelli,

but all our brothers have kept their eyes dry.

Comrades, never forget

that this bitter blood

shed in Reggio Emilia

is our own blood.

Blood of our own blood,

nerves of our own nerves,

just like the blood of the Cervi brothers.

The only true friend staying beside us now

is always the same who was with us on the mountains,

and the enemy is always and will always be the same

as that we fought against on the mountains and in Spain

And it's the same song

that we have to sing:

we got worn shoes, and yet we've to go on.

Comrade Ovidio Franchi,

comrade Afro Tondelli,

and you, Marino Serri, Reverberi and Farioli,

from now on, we'll act as if you were beside us,

by our side forever, so not to feel alone.

Fallen of Reggio Emilia, get out from your grave,

get out and sing with us Bandiera Rossa,

get out and sing with us Bandiera Rossa!