Inno Verdano

Grab the gun, prepare the cannon, defend Verdano from the golden curls
Expel the negron, saddle the land, and serve your people with shining love

Even though I'm from Gargano, I dream of becoming a Verdano, mama
Wipe away your tears, I bring my buttocks to factories we don't have
Let go of my hand, I say, let go of my hand, because since I was born I crave the Verdano state
No, I don't love what's below my meridian, as a child I hated the tenant on the first floor
On the desk, I drew border lines, no Raykard or Gullit stickers
Boys and girls in the courtyard, I green with bile, in Monopoly I put my pawns in jail
Well, I'm fine in my role, I fly, I'm not alone, we are a crowd
Verdania calls to arms, I enlist, with my cucumber uniform I

I want a separatist Verdania, with a separatist flag
A separatist girlfriend to make separatist love with
A separatist apartment with separatist furnishings
Separatist waste collection, but what's happening?

We will march towards thieving Rome because whoever goes to Rome takes the throne

At first, that guy who gets excited at the rally seems like an alcoholic at a St. Patrick's Day party
He speaks from a prejudiced dirty orifice, on loan from the Egyptian museum
Now I understand how right he was, now that I'm a state soldier without a south
Now that the toilet paper is over, but it doesn't matter, I used the constitution
Now that my ambition is to do the cleaning, whether spring or ethnic, I will do it
I have a strong handle, so I will screw where I can for the power of the blister in the well
The Verdano people yearn for separation from Italy that tears apart
And if the wall falls in Germany, who cares, I'll raise it in Verdania since

I want a separatist Verdania, with a separatist newspaper
A news program with a separatist journalist
A separatist catwalk with a separatist model
Dream of any separatist, but what's happening

We will conquer the divided RAI to place our newspaper directors

I want to become a drunken Verdano, spit while speaking broken Italian
I, a servant of a state where those not like me are discriminated against
I want to wave emotionally a tricolor without white or red
I want to praise the exalted deputy who wants immigrants humiliated and beaten
I want to denigrate prostitutes, disinfecting the trains where they sit
A matter of skin that is not up for discussion, I am as pure as the air, all health
I want to swear allegiance to the senator, I want to avenge my Pearl Harbor
Things to make Gaetano Salvemini and Count of Cavour turn in their graves
So do as I do: Everyone in Verdania
Italians: Everyone in Verdania
Ottomans: Everyone in Verdania
Venusians: Everyone in Verdania
Andeans and Aztecs: Everyone in Verdania
Kazakhs and Uzbeks: Everyone in Verdania
Arditi and Galatians: Everyone in Verdania, where you work, earn, and eat!

I want a separatist Verdania, with a separatist flag
A separatist girlfriend to make love with
A separatist apartment with separatist furnishings
Separatist waste collection, but what's happening?

Grab the gun, prepare the cannon, defend Verdano from the golden curls
Expel the negron, saddle the land
Saddle the land
Saddle the land
Saddle the land