Il Canto degli Italiani

"Il Canto degli Italiani" (, meaning "The Song of the Italians") is the Italian national anthem. The words were written by Goffredo Mameli in the autumn of 1847 in Genoa when he was just twenty years old. The author of the song died shortly after. The words were later set to music by Michele Novaro in the same year. The song was successful during the Risorgimento because of hopes in the unification of the Italy.

After the unification in 1861, however, the "Marcia Reale" was adopted as Savoy's official anthem. "Il Canto degli Italiani" became the anthem of Italy after 1946, when Italy became a republic.Riconoscimento del «Canto degli italiani» di Goffredo Mameli quale inno nazionale della Repubblica (2017-12-04). Gazzetta Ufficiale.

In 2012, a bill was pass in making schools to teach the line "Fratelli d'Italia" in the anthem.

Lyrics

While the official lyrics are in Italian, the anthem has been translated into other regional languages, such as Neapolitan and Venetian.

Words of the song in ItalianPronunciation of these words using the IPAMeaning of these words in English𝄆 Fratelli d'Italia,
l'Italia s'è desta,
dell'elmo di Scipio
s'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma,
ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò. 𝄇

Coro:
𝄆 Stringiamoci a coorte,
siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
l'Italia chiamò! 𝄇
Sì!

𝄆 Noi fummo da secoli
calpesti, derisi,
perché non siam popolo,
perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
bandiera, una speme:
di fonderci insieme
già l'ora suonò. 𝄇

Coro

𝄆 Uniamoci, amiamoci,
l'unione e l'amore
rivelano ai popoli
le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
il suolo natio:
uniti, per Dio,
chi vincer ci può? 𝄇

Coro

𝄆 Dall'Alpi a Sicilia
dovunque è Legnano,
ogn'uom di Ferruccio
ha il core, ha la mano,
i bimbi d'Italia
si chiaman Balilla,
il suon d'ogni squilla
i Vespri suonò. 𝄇

Coro

𝄆 Son giunchi che piegano
le spade vendute:
già l'Aquila d'Austria
le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia,
il sangue Polacco,
bevé, col cosacco,
ma il cor le bruciò. 𝄇

Coro

𝄆 Evviva l'Italia,
dal sonno s'è desta,
dell'elmo di Scipio
s'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la vittoria?!
Le porga la chioma,
ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò. 𝄇

CoroSimboli – Inno. Quirinale.it.𝄆 [fra.ˈtɛl.li di.ˈtaː.lja ǀ]
[li.ˈtaː.lja ˌsɛ‿d.ˈde.sta ǀ]
[del.ˈlel.mo di‿ʃ.ˈʃiː.pjo]
[ˌsɛ‿t.ˈt͡ʃin.ta la ˈtɛ.sta ǁ]
[do.ˈvɛ‿l.la vit.ˈtɔː.rja ǀ]
[le ˈpɔr.ɡa la ˈkjɔː.ma ǀ]
[ke ˈskjaː.va di ˈroː.ma]
[id.ˈdiː.o la kre.ˈɔ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈkɔː.ro]
𝄆 [strin.ˈd͡ʒam(o).t͡ʃ‿a‿k.ko.ˈor.te ǀ]
[ˌsjam‿ˈpron.tj‿al.la ˈmɔr.te ǁ]
[ˌsjam‿ˈpron.tj‿al.la ˈmɔr.te ǀ]
[li.ˈtaː.lja kja.ˈmɔ ǁ] 𝄇
[ˈsi]

𝄆 [ˌnoi̯‿ˈfum.mo da (s.)ˈsɛː.ko.li]
[kal.ˈpe.sti ǀ de.ˈriː.zi ǀ]
[per.ˈke‿n.non ˌsjam‿ˈpɔː.po.lo ǀ]
[per.ˈke‿s.ˌsjam di.ˈviː.zi ǁ]
[rak.ˈkɔl.ɡa.t͡ʃi(‿)u.ˈnuː.ni.ka]
[ban.ˈdjɛː.ra(‿)u.na ˈspɛː.me ǀ]
[di ˈfon.der.t͡ʃ‿in.ˈsjɛː.me]
[ˌd͡ʒa‿l.ˈloː.ra swo.ˈnɔ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈkɔro]

𝄆 [u.ˈnjaː.mo.t͡ʃi(‿)a.ˈmjaː.mo.t͡ʃi ǀ]
[lu.ˈnjoː.n(e)‿e‿l.la.ˈmoː.re]
[ri.ˈveː.la.no(‿)ai̯ ˈpɔː.po.li]
[le ˈviː.e del siɲ.ˈɲoː.re ǁ]
[d͡ʒu.ˈrjaː.mo ˌfar‿ˈliː.be.ro]
[il ˈswɔː.lo na.ˈtiː.o ǀ]
[u.ˈniː.ti ǀ per ˈdiː.o ǀ]
[ˌki‿v.ˈvin.t͡ʃer t͡ʃi ˈpwɔ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈkɔro]

𝄆 [dal.ˈlal.pj‿a‿s.si.ˈt͡ʃiː.lja]
[do.ˈvuŋ.kw(e)‿ˌɛ‿l.leɲ.ˈɲaː.no ǀ]
[oɲ.ˈɲwɔm di fer.ˈrut.t͡ʃo]
[ˌa‿i̯l ˈkɔː.re(‿)ˌa‿l.la ˈmaː.no ǀ]
[i ˈbim.bi di.ˈtaː.lja]
[si ˈkjaː.man ba.ˈlil.la ǀ]
[il ˈswɔn ˌdoɲ.ɲi‿ˈskwil.la]
[i ˈvɛ.spri swo.ˈnɔ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈkɔro]

𝄆 [ˌson‿ˈd͡ʒuŋ.ki ke‿p.ˈpjɛː.ɡa.no]
[le ˈspaː.de ven.ˈduː.te ǀ]
[ˌd͡ʒa‿l.ˈlaː.kwi.la ˈdau̯.strja]
[le ˈpen.ne(‿)ˌa‿p.per.ˈduː.te ǁ]
[il ˈsaŋ.ɡwe di.ˈtaː.lja ǀ]
[il ˈsaŋ.ɡwe po.ˈlak.ko ǀ]
[be.ˈve ǀ kol ko.ˈzak.ko ǀ]
[ma‿i̯l ˈkɔr le bru.ˈt͡ʃɔ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈkɔro]

𝄆 [ev.ˈviː.va li.ˈtaː.lja ǀ]
[dal ˈsɔn.no ˌsɛ‿d.ˈde.sta ǀ]
[del.ˈlel.mo di‿ʃ.ˈʃiː.pjo]
[ˌsɛ‿t.ˈt͡ʃin.ta la ˈtɛ.sta ǁ]
[do.ˈvɛ‿l.la vit.ˈtɔː.rja ǀ]
[le ˈpɔr.ɡa la ˈkjɔː.ma ǀ]
[ke ˈskjaː.va di ˈroː.ma]
[id.ˈdiː.o la kre.ˈɔ ǁ] 𝄇

[ˈkɔro]Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
bound Scipio's helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down
Because as a slave of Rome
God created her.

Let us join in a cohort,
we are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called.
Let us join in a cohort,
We are ready for death.
We are ready for death,
Italy has called!

We were for centuries
downtrodden, derided,
because we are not one people,
because we are divided.
Let one flag, one hope
gather us all.
The hour has struck
for us to unite.

Let us unite, let us love one another,
Union and love
Reveal to the peoples
The ways of the Lord.
Let us swear to set free
The land of our birth:
United, by God,
Who can overcome us?

From the Alps to Sicily,
Legnano is everywhere;
Every man has the heart
and hand of Ferruccio
The children of Italy
Are all called Balilla;
Every trumpet blast
sounds the Vespers.

The mercenary swords
Are feeble reeds.
Already the Eagle of Austria
Has lost its plumes.
The blood of Italy,
the Polish blood 
It drank, along with the Cossack,
But it burned its heart.

𝄆 Long live Italy,
she has awoken from her sleep,
she has girdled her head
with Scipio’s helmet.
Where is Victory?
It shall offer its mane to her,
for God created her
as Rome’s slave. 𝄇

Notes

References


Category:1847 establishments in Europe
Category:1840s songs
Category:National anthems
Category:National symbols of Italy
Category:Songs in Italian