PIZZERIA La Casarel

The piave murmured calmly and placidly as it passed Of the first infantrymen on 24 May The army marched to reach the border To make a barrier against the enemy The infantrymen passed silent that night It was necessary to keep quiet and go on Meanwhile, it could be heard from the beloved banks The jubilation of the waves is subdued and light It was a sweet and flattering omen The Piave murmured: "The foreigner does not pass" But on a sad night there was talk of a grim event And the Piave could hear anger and dismay Ouch, how many people have you seen coming down, leaving the roof Because the enemy broke into Caporetto Refugees everywhere from the distant mountains They came to fill all his decks It could be heard, then, from the violated banks The murmur of the waves is subdued and sad Like a sob in that black autumn The Piave murmured: "The foreigner returns" And the enemy returned for pride, for hunger He wanted to vent all his desires He saw the open plan from up there: he still wanted Feeding and rejoicing as then "No" said the Piave, "No" said the infantrymen "Never again does the enemy take a step forward" And the Piave could be seen swelling its banks And how the infantry fought the waves Red with the blood of the haughty enemy The Piave commanded: "Go back, foreigner" The enemy retreated as far as Trieste, as far as Trento And Victory unfastened its wings in the wind The ancient pact was sacred: among the ranks they were seen to rise again Oberdan, Sauro, Battisti At last he broke the Italian value The gallows, the hanger's weapons Safe the Alps, free the banks And the Piave fell silent: the waves calmed down On the homeland soil, the grim Empires vanquished Peace found neither oppressed nor foreigners

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