The Italian national flag is the current way since 28.06.2006 in use.

It is a tricolor with vertical stripes of green, white, red.

The flag in the manner of the tricolor tricolor appeared in green, white and red already in 1797 in imitation of the French flag.

However, in 2006 there was another exact definition of the colors in Pantone codes:

• 17-6153TC (green)

• 11-0601TC (white)

• 18-1662TC (scarlet)

Hymn

Il Canto degli Italiani ("The Song of the Italians")

| Italian | German |

| ----------- | ------- |

| Fratelli d'Italia,
L'Italia s'è desta,
Dell'elmo di Scipio
S'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma,
Che schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò. *(2×)| Brothers of Italy,
Italy has risen,
And has adorned her head with Scipio's helmet
.
Where is Victoria, the goddess of victory?
Let her bow her head to Italy,
For as a slave of RomeGod
created
her.
|

| CORO
Stringiàmci a coòrte,
Siampronti alla morte.
Siampronti alla morte,
L'Italia chiamò.
Stringiàmci a coòrte,
Siampronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
L'Italia chiamò! Sì! | REFRAIN
Let's close ranks,
We are ready to die,
We are ready to die,
Italy has called!
Let's close ranks,
We are ready to die,
We are ready to die,
Italy has called! Yes! |

| Noi fummo da secoli
Calpesti, derisi,
Perché non siam popolo,
Perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
Bandiera, una speme:
Di fonderci insieme
Già l'ora suonò. | We have beenkicked and laughed at for centuries

Because we are not a people,
Because we are divided.
Let us be united by a single
flag, a hope:
So that we may merge, for
which the hour has already struck. |

| Uniamoci, amiamoci,
L'unione e l'amore
Rivelano ai popoli
Le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
Il suolo natio:
Uniti, per Dio,
Chi vincer ci può? | Let'sunite , let's love each other
The unity and the love
Reveal to the peoples
The ways of the Lord.
Let's swear
To liberate the native soil:
United by God,
Who can defeat us? |

| CORO
Stringiàmci a coòrte ... | REFRAINLet
us close ranks .
.. |
| Dall'Alpi a Sicilia
Dovunqueè Legnano,
Ogn'uom di Ferruccio
Ha il core, ha la mano,
Ibimbi d'Italia
Si chiaman Balilla,
Il suon d'ogni squilla
IVespri suonò. | From the Alps to Sicily
Everywhere is Legnano
Every man has from Ferruccio
The heart and the hand
The children of Italy
Are called Balilla
The sound of every war trumpetSound to
the vespers. |

| Son giunchi che piegano
Le spade vendute:
Già l'Aquila d'Austria
Le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia,
Il sangue Polacco,
Bevé col cosacco,
Ma il cor le bruciò.

CORO
Stringiàmci a coòrte ... | Soft as rushes
Are the bought swords:
The Austrian eagle
Has already lost its feathers.
The blood of Italy,
The blood of Poland
Has he drunk with the Cossack.
But his heart has burned it.


REFRAIN
Let us close the ranks ... |