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One dies as a Brigand

We have putted aside the guitars and the tambourines
because this music must change
we are Brigands and we strike terror
and to the notes of the flintlocks we want to sing
and to the notes of the flintlocks we want to sing
 
And now we are singing this new song
everybody has to learn it
we fight for the king of the Bourbons
this land is ours and no one must touch it
this land is ours and no one must touch it
 
All the villages of the Basilikata
felt a jolt and started to fight
and also Calabria is reawakening
and this enemy we will make trembling
and this enemy we will make trembling
 
He who has seen the wolf and has been afraid
doesn’t know the real truth yet
the true wolf that devours the children
is the Piemontese that we have to ward off
is the Piemontese that we have to ward off
 
Beautiful maidens, who have given us your hearts
if you want to save this Brigands
don’t search for us, forget our name
our enemies have no mercy
our enemies have no mercy
 
born as a man, one dies as a Brigand
but we have to shoot until the end
and if we will die, bring us a flower
and a prayer for freedom
and a prayer for freedom
 
Original lyrics

Brigante se mòre

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