Fiore imperiale/imperial flower
I fanti del Littorio là sull’ambe tormentate
hanno vinto le battaglie!
Nel cielo le possenti coraggiose schiere alate
han sfidato le mitraglie!…
Poi con ansia attese i vincitor
la città lasciata nel terror:
O Nuovo Fior, fior d’oltremar,
a te splendor sapremo dar!
Noi porteremo alle tue terre senza pace
il segno ardente di romana civiltà!
Noi ti saprem difendere
con l’armi e con il cuor:
l’abbiam giurato innanzi al Duce vincitore
e al Re Sabaudo dell’Etiopia Imperator!
I piccoli moretti verso i nuovi lor destini
marceranno dritti e fieri!
Sui campi con l’aratro lotteranno i contadini:
polsi forti bianchi e neri!
Nuova vita avran col Tricolor,
spose, mamme e bimbe tutto amor!
imperial flower
Words: E. M. Avanzi Music: Tito Petralia
The infantry Littorio there sull'ambe tormented
They won the battle!
In the sky the mighty brave troops winged
Han challenged machine guns! ...
Then anxiously awaited the victor
the city left in terror:
Or New Fior fior OVERSEAS,
we will give you splendor!
We'll take your lands without peace
the fiery sign of Roman civilization!
You shall know we will defend
with arms and with the heart:
the we have sworn before the Duce winner
and to the King of Savoy Ethiopia Imperator!
The young Africans towards their new destinies
will march straight and proud!
On the field with the plow will fight the farmers:
I wrists strong blacks and whites!
New Life avran with the Tricolor,
wives, mothers and daughters all love!
Words: E. M. Avanzi Music: Tito Petralia
The infantry Littorio there sull'ambe tormented
They won the battle!
In the sky the mighty brave troops winged
Han challenged machine guns! ...
Then anxiously awaited the victor
the city left in terror:
Or New Fior fior OVERSEAS,
we will give you splendor!
We'll take your lands without peace
the fiery sign of Roman civilization!
You shall know we will defend
with arms and with the heart:
the we have sworn before the Duce winner
and to the King of Savoy Ethiopia Imperator!
The young Africans towards their new destinies
will march straight and proud!
On the field with the plow will fight the farmers:
I wrists strong blacks and whites!
New Life avran with the Tricolor,
wives, mothers and daughters all love!
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