Campane Di Monte Nevoso

Bells of Monte Nevoso
ringing in the divine evening,
that sound on a radiant day
welcomed a hundred young alpine soldiers.

They left the white little town
a hundred mothers and just as many treasures.
A flower between the feather and the hat
and a sweet song in the heart:

We will return to our mountains
and we will harvest the wheat in the sun.
We will drink the fresh water from the springs
that is as pure as our love.

Bells of Monte Nevoso,
those tolls in the divine sky
seemed like an anguished cry:
"Protect my young alpine soldiers".

Everything was destroyed but you return to toll
bell tower of Monte Nevoso.
Among the tattered walls there is always a hearth,
hundred hearts always waiting.

Spring has returned,
it has bloomed the valleys and the paths
that saw the alpine soldiers leave
and never saw them return.

But every heart still waits.
Every evening still
the valley brings back
the echo of a distant song:

We will return to our mountains
and we will harvest the wheat in the sun.
We will drink the fresh water from the springs
that is as pure as our love.

Bells, with joyful sound
invoke peace and love.
Not the one preached by the world,
but the peace that every heart desires.

But the peace that every heart desires!
But the peace that every heart desires!