APRIL PARTY
Giovanna Daffini
For some time now our fascists
have been seen little and increasingly sad,
perhaps they have understood, if they are not exactly stupid ,
that the showdown is about to arrive.
Come on, the time has come, the battle rages
to conquer peace, to free Italy;
let's go down down from the mountains with rifle shots; long live the partisans! It's April celebrations.
When a republican pays homage to a German
he raises his right hand in the Roman salute.
but if by chance he meets us partisans
to salute he raises both hands .
Come on, the time has come, the battle rages
to conquer peace, to liberate Italy;
let's come down from the mountains with rifle shots;
hurray the partisans! it's April holiday.
Black shirt, which we washed for you,
you're not a good brand, you've retired;
we know, fashion changes almost every month,
Now the bourgeois is suitable for the fascists.
Come on, the time has come, the battle rages
to win peace, to free Italy;
let's go down down from the mountains with rifle shots; long live the partisans! it's April holiday.
In these weeks, my dear Germans,
the medlars are ripening even on the peach trees;
the beloved Duce and the Fuhrer gave us up for dead
but we the partisans have always risen again.
Come on, the time has come, the battle rages
to conquer peace, to liberate Italy;
we come down from the mountains with rifle shots ;
long live the partisans! it's April holiday.
Come on, the time has come, the battle rages
to conquer peace, to free Italy;
let's come down from the mountains with grapeshot ;
long live the partisans! it's April holiday.
A FESTIVE APRIL
It's already some time that our fascists show themselves little and more and more sad, they maybe understood, unless they are just dumb, that the day of reckoning it's coming.
Go guys that the time has come, the battle rages to win the peace, to liberate Italy; we descend down from the mountains by gunfire; long live the partisans!
It's a festive April.
When a Salò Republican pays homage to a German he raises his right hand to salute.
But if by chance he meets the partisans, to greet raises both hands.
Go guys that the time has come, the battle rages to win the peace, to liberate Italy; we descend down from the mountains by gunfire; long live the partisans!
It's a festive April.
Black shirt, black shirt, which we washed, you are not of a good brand, you have shrunk [military retreated]; you know, fashion changes almost every month, for the fascists now the bourgeois outfit befits.
Go guys that the time has come, the battle rages to win the peace, to liberate Italy; we descend down from the mountains by gunfire; long live the partisans!
It's a festive April.
In recent weeks, my dear Germans, loquats [synonym for bullets] are ripe even on peach trees; the beloved Duce and the Fuhrer they took us for dead, but we partisans always have resurrected.
Go guys that the time has come, the battle rages to win the peace, to liberate Italy; we descend down from the mountains by gunfire; long live the partisans!
It's a festive April.
Go guys that the time has come, the battle rages to win the peace, to liberate Italy; we descend down from the mountains by grapeshot; long live the partisans!
It's a festive April.

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