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Win win win

Tempered by a thousand passions
the voice of Italy ringed!
'Centuries, cohorts, legions, on foot that now is the time to sound'!
Onwards youth!
 
Every bond, every obstacle we surpass, we break slavery
that suffocates us prisoners of sea
 
Win! Win! Win! and we shall win on the ground, sky and sea!
it's the word of order of a supreme will
Win! Win! Win!
At every cost, no one will stop us!
Hearts rejoice, they're ready to obey, they're ready they swear: to win or die!
 
Helmet, Knife, Musket, to Roman pass it goes!
The flame that burns within our chest
it encourages us it guides us it goes!
Onwards! Insolences shall dare us, the impossible does not exist!
Our will is invincible, never shall someone make us bow!
 
Win! Win! Win! and we shall win on the ground, sky and sea!
it's the word of order of a supreme will
Win! Win! Win!
At every cost, no one will stop us!
Hearts rejoice, they're ready to obey, they're ready they swear: to win or die!
 

The Festival of Giarabub

Nailed on the palm grove vigil property the moon on horseback of the moon this ancient minaret
Ring, Machines, Flags, Outbursts, Blood! tell me, what happens,
Cameleer?
it's the festival of Giarabub
 
Colonel, I don't want bread, give me the lead of my musket!
There's the land of my bag that today will suffice me
Colonel, I don't want water, give me the fire destroyer!
With the blood of this heart my thirst will quench itself
Colonel, I don't want change, here no one goes back!
We shall not cede even a meter, if death does not pass
 
The new grass sprouts where the blood fell to rivers
These ghosts, Sentry, are they dead or are they alive?
 
Who speaks so close to us?
Cameleer, it's not you!
On my knees, wayfarer, they're the voices of Giarabub
 
Colonel, I don't want bread, give me the lead of my musket!
There's the land of my bag that today will suffice me
Colonel, I don't want water, give me the fire destroyer!
With the blood of this heart my thirst will quench itself
Colonel, I don't want change, here no one goes back!
We shall not cede even a meter, if death does not pass
 
Colonel I don't want commedations, I'm dead for my country but the end of Britian begins by Giarabub
 

Dear Papa

Dear papa, I am writing to you but my hand
is tremering
I am sure you can understand
It's been so long that I've been away
and I do not know where you live as you do not tell me
The tears that dampen my face
Are tears of pride, believe me
I see that you reveal a beautiful smile
and your Balilla hugs you tightly
 
I fight too
I fight my own war
With faith, with honor discipline
I wish for you to treasure my country
And I treat the garden every morning
The garden of war
And I pray to God that he watches over you
My dear boy
 
Dear papa
by your every word
releases a belief that does not forget
flame of love of the motherland that comforts
as to love her you taught me so
Thus I learned so many things from you
I take them close to my heart and today
Like you, I am a soilder I believe in your belief
with the same love
 
I fight too
I fight my own war
With faith, with honor discipline
I wish for you to treasure my country
And I treat the garden every morning
The garden of war
And I pray to God that he watches over you
My dear boy
 
The garden of war
And I pray to God that he watches over you
My dear boy
 
And I pray to God that he watches over you
My dear boy