Raise the banner raise it high
For Liberty we do or die
For this is no doctrinal row
For Italia and Bella Ciao.
From farms and from the factory
The workers and the peasantry
Stay our lathe and stay our plough
Unite for love of Bella Ciao.
As mountain partisans we go
To face the tawdry fascist foe
Resigned unto our own deaths now
Or sweet revenge and Bella Ciao.
We come from both the south and north
Your silent nightmare stealing forth
To Blackshirts we will never bow
So you will die by Bella Ciao.
We come in silence through the night
So say your prayers and face your plight
We swear in blood our sacred vow
To cut your throats for Bella Ciao.
