for the dead of Reggio Emilia - Comrade citizen brother partisan -
let’s hold hands in these sad days -
Again in Reggio Emilia again there in Sicily -
comrades have died at the hands of fascists -
Again like in the past over the whole of Italy -
The wind blows, the storm rages -
At nineteen years old Ovidio Franchi died -
for those who are tired or still uncertain -
Lauro Farioli died to right the wrong -
of those who have already forgotten Duccio Galimberti -
They died at twenty for our tomorrow -
They died like old partisans -
Marino Serri is dead, Afro Tondelli is dead -
but the eyes of the brothers have remained dry -
Comrades, let it be clear that this bitter blood -
spilled in Reggio Emilia is the blood of all of us -
Blood of our blood, nerves of our nerves -
Just like that of the Fratelli Cervi -
The only true friend we have by our side now -
is still the same one who was with us in the mountains -
And the current enemy is still the same -
as that which we fought on our mountains and in Spain -
The song we have to sing is still the same -
Broken shoes but we must go on -
Comrade Ovidio Franchi, comrade Afro Tondelli -
and you Marino Serri, Reverberi and Farioli -
We all must, from now on -
have you by our side so we don’t feel alone -
Dead of Reggio Emilia, come out of the grave -
come out to sing with us Bandiera Rossa! -