Rome God, to Thee on the Capitol
where ever the sacred laurel grows green,
to you our strength and our pride,
ascends the choir.
Hi Dea Roma! You
sparkles in front of the Sun which rises from the new story;
in shining armor, is the last horizon
Victoria.
For all the sky is a flying flags
and peace in the world today is Latin
sings the tricolor on the site,
about the workshop.
Mother who presents to the people the law
eternal and pure as the sun which is born,
bless the plow old and the large herd that grazes
!
Bless the rest and the fatigue that is renewed
by the power of love, youth florida
old age and dying.
Mother of men and herds of woolly,
blunt and painful work of schools, return to your homes
regiments and the sun rises.
rising sun free and joyous on the hill
our tame your horses;
you will not see anything in the world
most of Rome.
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