I do not know if it is commedy, or if it is irony, or even if it is epos
to me sounds like an ancient scenario of Tragedy and commedy, τραγωκομμωδια
Of course it's not comedy or irony. Perhaps it's because you don't know the words to the Italian anthem that you so completely misunderstood.
Brothers of Italy,
Italy has woken,
Bound Scipio's helmet
Upon her head.
Where is Victory?
Let her bow down,
For God created her
Slave of Rome.
Chorus:
Let us join in a cohort,
We are ready to die.
We are ready to die,
Italy has called.
Let us join in a cohort,
We are ready to die.
We are ready to die,
Italy has called, yes!
We were for centuries
downtrodden, derided,
because we are not one people,
because we are divided.
Let one flag, one hope
gather us all.
The hour has struck
for us to unite.
Chorus
Let us unite, let us love one another,
For union and love
Reveal to the people
The ways of the Lord.
Let us swear to set free
The land of our birth:
United, for God,
Who can overcome us?
I've never been prouder of the country of my birth.
I've also been incredibly heartened by the remarks of support, admiration, actual love on that page. It's nice to be reminded that the haters, the racists, are in the minority amongst us.
To think that three weeks ago there were three identified patients in Italy.
I will try to have their attitude, but I have to confess I've been thinking too often of our "other" anthem, the incredibly beautiful operatic masterpiece "Va Pensiero" from our genius from Lombardia: Giuseppe Verdi.
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[TD]a', pensiero, sull'ali dorate;[/TD]
[TD]Hasten thoughts on golden wings.[/TD]
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[TD]Va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,[/TD]
[TD]Hasten and rest on the densely wooded hills,[/TD]
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[TD]ove olezzano tepide e molli[/TD]
[TD]where warm and fragrant and soft[/TD]
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[TD]l'aure dolci del suolo natal![/TD]
[TD]are the gentle breezes of our native land![/TD]
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[TD]Del Giordano le rive saluta,[/TD]
[TD]The banks of the Jordan we greet[/TD]
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[TD]di Sionne le torri atterrate…[/TD]
[TD]and the towers of Zion.[/TD]
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[TD]Oh mia Patria sì bella e perduta![/TD]
[TD]O, my homeland, so beautiful and lost![/TD]
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[TD]O membranza sì cara e fatal![/TD]
[TD]O memories, so dear and yet so deadly![/TD]
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[TD]Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,[/TD]
[TD]Golden harp of our prophets,[/TD]
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[TD]perché muta dal salice pendi?[/TD]
[TD]why do you hang silently on the willow?[/TD]
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[TD]Le memorie nel petto raccendi,[/TD]
[TD]Rekindle the memories of our hearts,[/TD]
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[TD]ci favella del tempo che fu![/TD]
[TD]and speak of the times gone by![/TD]
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[TD]O simile di Solima ai fati,[/TD]
[TD]Or, like the fateful Solomon,[/TD]
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[TD]traggi un suono di crudo lamento;[/TD]
[TD]draw a lament of raw sound;[/TD]
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[TD]o t'ispiri il Signore un concento[/TD]
[TD]or permit the Lord to inspire us[/TD]
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[TD]che ne infonda al patire virtù![/TD]
[TD]to endure our suffering![/TD]
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At another period of trials for Italy, in response to cries and pleas from the crowd, and shouts of "VIVA ITALIA", our great opera conductor Riccardo Muti allowed the audience to sing the chorus. Where else would that be possible?
It breaks my heart: O mia patria, si bella e perduta.
As for the second video, one of our defining characteristics, I believe, is the strength of our bonds with other human beings. We will never cease embracing one another, even if it has to done virtually for now.