Bella Ciao

Bella ciao, The days of high spirits,

goodbye to the days of joy.

Wish we could turn that around

from the days of pain,

To the good old days

yes, to the good old days.

The time of the gloom,

The time of strain

I still think we can get back to our old pretty days.

Is it just me or the inner pain?

who wanted this world to be a better place

All my sorrow, all the pain

Is contemned in a single place

in a single place.

Bella ciao, the days of high spirits 

The days of joy as we welcomed another plague to annoy.

Bella ciao