Canzoni contro la guerra - La Brigata Lolli

And with his mouth he sent kisses to me,
And slowly did the train leave the station.
And those who left have never come back,
They remained on the mountains of Greece.
On the mountains of Greece lies Voyoussa,
With the blood of Alpines did it turn red.
A choir of ghosts is marching down the mountains,
It is the choir of all the dead Alpines.
Alpine Troops of Julia, lift up your hearts!
On the mountains of Greece our flag is waving.
The Alpines make history, and they write it
With their own blood and the Black Feather.