Fischia Il Vento
Modena City Ramblers
Whistle the Wind
Whistle the wind and the storm rages
Broken shoes and yet we must go
To conquer the red spring
Where the sun of the future rises
...To conquer the red spring
Where the sun of the future rises
Every district is the rebel's homeland
Every woman gives him a sigh
In the night, the stars guide him
Strong the heart and the arm in striking
...In the night, the stars guide him
Strong the heart and the arm in striking
And if cruel death catches us
Harsh revenge will come from the partisan
Now the harsh fate is already certain
Of the vile fascist traitor
...Now the harsh fate is already certain
Of the vile fascist traitor
The wind ceases, calm is the storm
The proud partisan returns home
Waving his red flag
Victorious, and finally we are free
...Waving his red flag
Victorious, and finally we are free
Whistle the wind and the storm rages
Broken shoes and yet we must go
To conquer the red spring
Where the sun of the future rises
...To conquer the red spring
Where the sun of the future rises
