02.05.2024
Italian Folk - Camicia rossa, camicia bella Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English
Red shirt, nice shirt
When the trumpet sounded at armsWith Garibaldi I ran to enlist
His hand shook me, with a strong shake
And gave me this red shirt1
And from the moment I wore you
I embroidered you with golden arms
When in Milazzo2 I became sergeant
Red shirt, ardent shirt
You bear the imprint of my wound
You are all torn, all unstitched
For this precisely you are dearer to me
Red shirt, rare shirt
Trusted companion of my valor
If I contemplate you, my heart beats
You seem to understand my language
Red shirt, nice shirt
There on the Volturno3 dressed in you
When I fell wounded on the field
You were the same one who was wearing it then
Red shirt, my shirt
With you on my chest I will make war
On the bullies of this land
While Italy boasts of heroes
Red shirt, holy shirt
When at Garibaldi's appeal
All his sons, his sons bold
They will set the mine on fire together
Garibaldian red shirt
If, of the Germans in fierce clashes,
Death comes to meet you bravely
What fate will be reserved for you
Red shirt, beloved shirt
You are the emblem of boldness
Your colour is frightening
See each other in Rome then in the grave
We will fall together, red shirt
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