One morning I woke up
I saw a dandelion in my cup
A sign of a new invader
Spreading as a crusader
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao

Oh partisan take me away
As others who died that day
In the streets of Lodi and Kentucky
You must bury me, I was unlucky
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao

Under the shade of a flower
As the resistance rose to power
The people voted en masse
And cleaned the year’s morass
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao

It was January when I woke up
And saw a fresh rose in my cup,
The partisans’ flower of liberty
Sprouting with feverish victory
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao

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* This poem is a modern reworking of a famous Italian anti-fascist song, “Bella Ciao.” See lyrics translated at this site: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/Bella-ciao-Goodbye-my-Beautiful-my-LOve.html