Bella Ciao

One morning I woke up Goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye One morning I woke up And I found the invader (that means the German troups). Oh partisan (I guess it's a litterary translation: partigiano means Italian fighter of the Resistenza) take me away Goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye Oh partisan take me away That I'm feeling like dieing And if I die as partisan Goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye And if I die as partisan You must bury me You will bury me over there, on the mountain Goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye You will bury me over there on the mountain Under the shadow of a wonderful flower And all the people passing by Goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye And all the people passing by Will say "what a wonderful flower!" Ad this is the flower of the partisan Goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye my Beautiful, goodbye Dead for our freedom And this is the flower of the partisan Dead for our freedom