Historically, songs have always played an important role in military units.
The most prestigious specialties have their own songs. Ours, let's say it with a bit of pride, are the most beautiful. In fact, they copy them and sing them almost everywhere.
Some have emerged over the years, while others have ancient roots, dating back to the dawn of Italian military parachuting, like "PARACADUTISTA TU", the first official song of the Paratroopers sung in Tarquinia at the Royal School since 1940, or "CON LA MORTE A PARO A PARO", composed to music by maestro Pettinato in 1941. The title is taken from a verse of “Canzone del Quarnaro” by D'Annunzio
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9 VideosAll'armi arditi dell'aria
2:05Come folgore dal cielo
2:16Con la morte a paro a paro
2:03Gira gira l'elica
3:18Inno di Mameli
2:23Paracadutista tu
2:38Se tu credi nel destin
2:03Sui monti e sui mar
3:12Vent'anni
2:36Lyrics
ALL'ARMI ARDITI DELL'ARIA To arms, daring of the airWith dagger between teeth and hand grenadesFrom the sky we descend into battleImpulsive and ready to dare everything To arms, to arms, to armsReady for launch, the engines roarDo not tremble if the machine gun whistlesBut fight with confidence and ardor Smile, oh mother, you can be proudOf a daring son from earth to skyHe fights under the flagWith great faith for beautiful Italy Do not cry, mother, smile and hopeThat your son will returnAnd does not perish on the battlefield, no!But lives eternally in every heart! To arms, daring of the airWith dagger between teeth and hand grenadesFrom the sky we descend into battleImpulsive and ready to dare everything To arms, to arms, to armsReady for launch, the engines roarDo not tremble if the machine gun whistlesBut fight with confidence and ardor Smile, oh mother, you can be proudOf a daring son from earth to skyHe fights under the flagWith great faith for beautiful Italy Do not cry, mother, smile and hopeThat your son will returnAnd does not perish on the battlefield, no!But lives eternally in every heart! AVANTI ARDITOMother, do not cry, there's the advance,
your son is strong, lift your heart!
Dry your tears, my fiancée,
for in the assault, one wins or dies.
The Ardito is handsome, the Ardito is strong,
he loves women and drinks good wine,
for his flames, the color of death,
the enemy trembles when he's near!
Forward Ardito, the black flames,
are like a symbol of your ranks,
climb the mountains, devour the plains,
dagger between teeth and hand grenades.
Black flames, vanguard of death,
we are the banner of struggle and honor,
we are pride turned into a cohort,
to defend Italy's honor!
Forward Ardito, the black flames,
are like a symbol of your ranks,
climb the mountains, devour the plains,
dagger between teeth and hand grenades.
How many times among thick shadows
in the night we drew the dagger,
among trenches and shattered defenses
from the fatal bloody melee!
Forward Ardito, the black flames,
are like a symbol of your ranks,
climb the mountains, devour the plains,
dagger between teeth and hand grenades.
Mother, do not cry, if there's the advance
your son is strong, he has no fear
dry the tears of the fiancée,
for in the assault, one wins or dies!
Forward Ardito, the black flames,
are like a symbol of your ranks,
climb the mountains, devour the plains,
dagger between teeth and hand grenades.
A star watches over us, fate;
and we are bound by three flames of love,
three words of faith and death:
the dagger, the bomb, and the heart.
Forward Ardito, the black flames,
are like a symbol of your ranks,
climb the mountains, devour the plains,
dagger between teeth and hand grenades.
Wetting the beret in a pool of blood
became the symbol of all of us paratroopers
the sacrifice of our fallen
was always a fight against cowardice and dishonor,
the wind of death, the cold terror
when it challenges us, it is then that it shines in the heart
our courage, our valor
we are paratroopers fighting for civilization.
At the appearance of your flower in flight
the sky darkens and the fight begins
we are volunteers, we are the chosen troops
we are destined to know we will die.
Then we know we will go to die
amid indifference and without a tear for us
we know no fear or dread,
but we will die with anger in our hearts for honor.
The wind of death, the cold terror
when it shines on us, it is then that it shines in the heart
our courage, our valor
we are paratroopers fighting for civilization.
We sing in our hearts a song, of the paratrooper warrior
the spirit in bloom urges us to fight.
For you, our beloved Italy,
we will shed crimson blood,
the moment is near when we will fight barbarism.
Red beret, vanguard of glory,
we laugh at death like this: ah ah ah!
We want to show the world
that in the ruins we will stand!
Death no longer scares us, it goes to bed with the paratrooper;
with the sun shining in the heart, it will defend honor.
Our paratrooper comrade, you went to die in the sky,
you had a smile on your face, you will live with us forever.
Red beret, vanguard of glory,
we laugh at death like this: ah ah ah!
We want to show the world
that in the ruins we will stand!
In the face of the world we shout: Honor and Loyalty.
And we are proud to be here, pure and tough to die.
We are volunteer paratroopers
we come from every region,
fighting from Oslo to Corfu,
we will make Europe a nation!
Composed by the Major to music by Maestro Pettinato in 1941. The title is taken from a verse of “Canzone del Quarnaro” by D'Annunzio.
The harsher the war
the more the battle rages
the louder the machine gun rattles
on the front line;
if the infantryman marks time,
if the tankmen halt,
they send for us: who?
Us, paratroopers!
We are a hundred, a hundred and a hundred,
all strong, daring and healthy,
a bit crazy, a bit poets,
but the cream of the Italians.
We come from afar
through mysterious and beautiful ways
flying in the night,
the stars guide us.
In the dawn colored
with soft and sad lights,
we descend from the sky: who?
Us, paratroopers!
Some like to make love,
some like to make money,
we like to make war
with death face to face.
We come from afar
like lightning from above
sweeping away every defense,
in the thrill of the assault;
we open the way for the infantryman,
the pass for the tankmen,
we give wings to victory: who?
Us, paratroopers!
We are a hundred, a hundred and a hundred,
all strong, daring and healthy,
a bit crazy, a bit poets,
but the cream of the Italians
To those who fall fighting
God grants the beautiful fate
of flying lightly
between a cloud and a star.
In that corner of the sky
reserved for all of us,
where Saints, Martyrs, and Heroes
live forever.
SON OF NO ONE
Sons of no one
we march among the rocks
everyone despises us
because we are ragged
but if there is one
who knows how to command and dominate us
sons of no one
even on an empty stomach
we will know how to march.
We were born who knows where who knows when
raised in pure charity
without father, without mother, without deceit
we live like birds in freedom.
Sons of no one,
we live among the rocks
everyone despises us,
because we are ragged
but if there is one
who knows how to command and dominate us
sons of no one
even on an empty stomach
we will know how to march
Sons of no one
even on an empty stomach
we will know how to march
Our sister aviation
After us, it is the most beautiful,
and the propeller spins, the engine roars
we are paratroopers, it either opens or we die.
The parachute is pure silk
But if it doesn't open, it's a disaster,
and the propeller spins, the engine roars
we are paratroopers, we either win or we die.
The parachute is fine silk
but if it doesn't open, it's a ruin,
and the propeller spins, the engine roars
we are paratroopers, it either opens or we die.
If you don't know how to do the somersault
you can get a cast made
and the propeller spins, the engine roars,
we are paratroopers, we either win or we die.
Steel hearts on alert
the sky is a platform,
soon in the offering
we will swoop down,
daggers and hand grenades,
viaticum of death,
and the anxiety of fate
we will no longer feel!
Hook the restraint line,
open the hatch to the wind,
take the form of an angel
and off to your new destiny!
Like lightning from the sky!
sings the motto of glory.
Like a storm cloud!
we precede victory.
A siren's scream: out...out!
And down into the infinite
on the fiercest enemy
to destroy or die.
To destroy or die.
The enemy eye watches:
they are clouds that go,
but then when the wind changes
you see them, they are already here.
And the angels of war,
dagger between their teeth,
one against twenty
they fight like this!
Every body unhooked from the restraints,
enclosed in a firm square,
the enemy's lead crumbles:
none of us will yield!
Like a thunderbolt from the sky!
sings the motto of glory.
Like a storm cloud!
we precede victory.
A siren's scream: out…out!
And down into infinity
on the fiercest enemy
to destroy or die.
To destroy or die.
A song passes through the skies,
it's a song of victory,
the sons of glory
rise again.
And ready for battle,
with hearts always alert,
they will repeat the offer
with renewed ardor!
Hook the tether rope,
open the hatch to the wind,
take the form of an angel
and off to your new destiny.
I died in Katanga,
I came from Lucera,
I was only twenty years old
and wore the black shirt.
People say of me
that I'm a mercenary
only for loot
only for money.
But now that I'm lying
look in my sack,
you'll find a machine gun
and an ounce of tobacco.
In vain you'll search
for money in the backpack,
I spent it all
with the whores.
I loved a girl
of Congolese race
but I lost her at dice
with Jimmy the Irishman.
If I had stayed home
there in my Lucera
I'd have a fat wife,
children and a girdle.
I'd have a fat wife
installments, the six hundred,
health insurance, television
waistcoat, double chin.
Instead, I went
around the world
now I'm dying
down here in the lower Congo.
My skin burns
in this dung heap,
but the UN doesn't care
because I'm a mercenary.
The fires are out
night is falling,
goodbye green hills,
goodbye sweet whores.
Goodbye sweet girls
with flowers in their hair,
nameless girls
left in the brothels.
With our red berets
I made a flag,
bring it to the friends
who are aging in Lucera.
Long live my death
long live youth
long live my death
long live youth.
Oh 5th Battalion, you are the most beautiful.
Of the whole Brigade, the best youth.
Someone wrinkles their nose
would like to criticize,
but we don't care
we keep walking!
And with our Commander at the head
we will follow along his path.
If the machine gun has a deadly fire
we are all ready to win or die!
Death does not scare us…NO!
We get engaged and make love
if it captures us and takes us to the cemetery
a candle is lit and that's the end of it.
We want to die together crucified
to redeem all cowardice
if we had only one minute of life left
we would live it for eternity.
First official song of the Paratroopers. Sung at the Royal Paratrooper School in Tarquinia since 1940.
We are new flames of a new ardor
the arm is tempered and the heart even more
we are ready to dare, we are ready to obey
as we are ready to win or die.
With our chest and our brain
we unite the earth with the sky
white butterflies descend in platoons
all united to the roar of the cannon.
Paratrooper you
who descend from above
over hell
you conquer what you want
beside the heroes
who are eternal.
When you descend from the sky
wrapped in your veil
victory already smiles at you
but if the machine gun cuts you down
from the battle
you will return to the sky above
but if the machine gun cuts you down
from the battle
you will return to the sky above.
If you believe in destiny
if you believe in tomorrow
your heart cannot hesitate
come jump with us
the 'G' rolls on the runway
to the door we go.
We march
what do we care about tomorrow
you will have to seek your life
so don't hesitate
come with us, paratrooper.
To be part of an elite
to be part of the best
you will risk your skin
you will be proud to be here
the adventure of your flight
will quench your thirst.
We march
what do we care about tomorrow
you will have to seek your life
so don't hesitate
come with us, paratrooper.
For the nameless people
for the dishonorable scoundrels
hell will come
we paratroopers will fight
with our heads held high in the sun
we rise victorious.
On the mountains, on the seas
on the roads and in the sky
we launch the ideal challenge high.
The journey will be long
but with hope and ardor
we launch our hearts
into battle again.
The rain wets us
The sun burns high.
In winter the frost
bites our hearts harshly.
But firm in peril
Vitam pro patria exponimus
And our uniform is a symbol of valor.
In harsh trials
We temper our strength.
Among mortal risks
We follow our path.
In the face of the vile world
The challenge of valor shines
Forward, Paratrooper
Forward, forward again.
Do you remember the evening of kisses,
that you gave me holding me to your chest;
you told me you're beautiful, I like you,
you, tonight you are made for me.
You told me you'd return at Easter,
but destiny didn't want it so,
beautiful paratrooper who was twenty years old
up there in the sky you went to die.
Like an angel with broken wings,
you fell on the battlefield
if with your blood you bathed the earth
you gave your heart to Italy.
On the beret that we wear,
there's an emblem that reigns supreme;
we wear it with faith and pride
long live Italy and its beautiful tricolor.
Beautiful girls who make love
do not cry, do not suffer
there is no greater pain in the world
than seeing a paratrooper die.
There are those who cry, those who throw a flower
those who silently continue to suffer
there is no greater pain in the world
than seeing a paratrooper die.
Dear mothers who wait at home
do not cry for your sons
up there in the sky they are never alone
all of Italy is around them.
Wings, dagger, and white cap
is our emblem, the most beautiful of all...
it guides us and spurs us to fight
long live Italy and the daring of the sky!
Oh paratrooper, you are the most handsome
of all the republic, the best youth
some wrinkle their noses, would like to criticize
but we don't mind and keep walking
and with our commander in mind
we will follow him wherever he goes
if the machine gun has a deadly fire
we are always ready to win or die.
Death does not scare us
we get engaged and make love with it
if it then takes us to the cemetery
a candle is lit and no more is said.
But I won't care
about death and love
but I won't care
I have twenty years in my heart.
When I have to jump from the clouds
with the parachute on my back
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