Figli di Enea

I see my city
With my people
who suffer who die
And I wonder how it will be
What future for the Tricolor
And I see those marbles
And those altars
That remind us of the light of yesterday
That remind us where
We come from and who we are

Sons of thunder
That from the sky hurls
Of a legionnaire
Of a daring one in battle
Of a vestal
At the sacred fire that watches
Sons of Rome
Sons of Italy
Sons of Aeneas
Sons of Jupiter
Of a she-wolf of an eagle
That flies in the Sun
Sons of the sea
And of the mountain
Sons of Rome
Sons of Italy

I see this my Homeland
Violated by bankers and merchants
And I think of history
And I think of my fathers poets heroes
Leaders and saints
And I see those marbles and those altars
That remind us of the light of yesterday
That remind us where we come from
And who we are

Sons of thunder
That from the sky hurls
Of a legionnaire
Of a daring one in battle
Of a vestal
At the sacred fire that watches
Sons of Rome
Sons of Italy
Sons of Aeneas
Sons of Jupiter
Of a she-wolf of an eagle
That flies in the Sun
Sons of the sea
And of the mountain
Sons of Rome
Sons of Italy