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.