# Il Canto degli Italiani

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Il Canto degli Italiani (The Song of the Italians) is the Italian national anthem. The anthem is also popularly known, from its first line, as Fratelli d'Italia (Brothers of Italy) and, after its author, as the Inno di Mameli (Mameli's Hymn). In 1946 Italy became a republic, and on October 12, 1946 Il Canto degli Italiani was provisionally chosen as the country's new national anthem. This choice was officialized in law only on November 17, 2005, almost 60 years later.Warning: template has been deprecated.
Note: this is the complete text of the original poem written by Goffredo Mameli, however the Italian anthem, as performed in every official occasion, is composed by the first part and the chorus, repeated twice, then ends with a loud "Sì!" ("Yes!"). The rest of the poem refers to relevant episodes of the Italian struggle for unification and independence.
Brothers of Italy Goffredo Mameli Michele Novaro Inno di Mameli 1.jpg Inno di Mameli instrumental.ogg
    Brothers of Italy,
    Italy has arisen,
    With Scipio's helmet
    binding her head.
    Where is Victory?
    Let her bow down,
    For God has made her
    The slave of Rome.
       CHORUS
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
    We for centuries
    Have been downtrodden and derided,
    Because we are not a people,
    Because we are divided.
    May one flag, one hope
    Bring us together;
    The hour has struck
    For us to join forces.
       CHORUS
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
    Let us unite and love one another;
    For union and love
    Reveal to peoples
    The way of the Lord
    Let us swear to free
    Our native soil;
    If we are united under God,
    Who can conquer us?
       CHORUS
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
    From the Alps to Sicily,
    Everywhere it is Legnano;
    Every man has the heart
    and hand of Ferruccio.
    The children of Italy
    Are all called Balilla;
    Every trumpet blast
    Sounds the (Sicilian) Vespers.
       CHORUS
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
    Mercenary swords
    Are feeble reeds,
    And the Austrian eagle
    Has lost his plumes.
    This eagle that drunk the blood
    of Italy and Poland,
    together with the Cossack,
    But this has burned his gut.
       CHORUS
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
       Let us form a cohort,
       We are ready to die!
       We are ready to die!
       Italy has called!
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