Lunga vita alla Resistenza!

 

25 April is the Festa della Liberazione, the celebration in Italy that commemorates the country’s liberation from the yoke of Nazi occupation.  Stories of seven noted resistance fighters is found at La Resistenza!

Fischia il vento is an Italian popular song whose text was written in September 1943, at the inception of the resistenza. The lyricist was Felice Cascione and the intention was to spur on the partisan movement. The music is that of the Russian popular song Katyusha. Along with Bella ciao it is one of the most famous songs celebrating the resistance. Below are the lyrics in Italian and English, and the video is here: Fischia il vento.

 

Fischia il vento

Fischia il vento ed infuria la bufera
Scarpe rotte e pur bisogna andar
A conquistare la rossa primavera
Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

… A conquistare la rossa primavera
Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

Ogni contrada? Patria del ribelle
Ogni donna a lui dona un sospir
Nella notte lo guidano le stelle
Forte il cuor e il braccio nel colpir

… Nella notte lo guidano le stelle
Forte il cuor e il braccio nel colpir

E se ci coglie la crudele morte
Dura vendetta fara dal partigian
Ormai sicura? Gi? La dura sorte
Del fascista vile traditor

… Ormai sicura? Gi? La dura sorte
Del fascista vile traditor

Cessa il vento, calma? La bufera
Torna a casa il fiero partigian
Sventolando la rossa sua bandiera
Vittoriosi, e alfin liberi siam!

… Sventolando la rossa sua bandiera
Vittoriosi, e alfin liberi siam!
Fischia il vento ed infuria la bufera
Scarpe rotte e pur bisogna andar
A conquistare la rossa primavera
Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

… A conquistare la rossa primavera
Dove sorge il sol dell’avvenir

The wind whistles

The wind whistles, the storm screams
Broken shoes and yet we have to go
To conquer the red spring
Where the sun of tomorrow rises.

To conquer the red spring
Where the sun of tomorrow rises.

Every street is homeland to the rebel,
Every woman gives him a whisper,
At night stars guide him,
Strong his heart and his arm when it hits.

At night stars guide him,
Strong his heart and his arm when it hits.

If the cruel death catches us
Harsh revenge will come from the partisan,
Already sure is the harsh fate
Of the vile and treacherous fascist.

Already sure is the harsh fate
Of the vile and treacherous fascist.

The wind stops and the storm quiets,
The proud partisan comes back home,
Waving his red flag
Victorious, finally we are free.

Waving his red flag
Victorious, finally we are free.

Comments are closed.