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

Songtext:

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 with Scipio's helmetHas
adorned her head.
Where is the goddess of victory Victoria?
May she bow her head to Italy,
For as a slave of RomeGod
created her
.

|| **CORO**Stringiàmci
a coòrte,
Siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
L'Italia chiamò.
Stringiàmci a coòrte,
Siam pr
onti
alla morte
.

Siam pronti allamorte,
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 secoliCalpesti
, derisi,
Perché non siam popolo,
Perché siam divisi


.



Raccolgaci un'unicaBandiera
, una speme:
Di fonderci insiemeGià
l'ora suonò


.


| We have been trodden on
and laughed at
for centuries
,
Because we are not a people,
Because we are


divided.



Let us be united by a single flag
, by a single hope:
that

we may unite

,
for which the hour has already struck

.


|| Uniamoci, amiamoci,
L'unione e l'amoreRivelano
ai popoliLe
vie del Signore


.



Giuriamo far liberoIl
suolo natio:
Uniti, per Dio,
Chi vincer ci può? | Let us unite, let us love each
otherUnity and loveReveal
to the peoplesThe
ways of the Lord.
Let us vow
to liberate
the
native soil:
United by God,
Who can defeat us?
|| **CORO**Stringiàmci
a coòrte .
..
| **REFRAIN**Let
us close ranks .
..

|| Dall'Alpi a SiciliaDovunque
è Legnano,
Ogn'uom di FerruccioHa
il core, ha la mano



,




I bimbi d'ItaliaSi
chiaman Balilla,
Il suon d'ogni squillaI
Vespri suonò







.







| From the Alps to SicilyEverywhere
is LegnanoEvery
man has from FerruccioThe
heart and the handThe
children of ItalyHot
BalillaThe
sound of every war trumpetSound to
vespers





.






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

**CORO**Stringiàmci
a coòrte .
.
. | Soft as rushesAre
the purchased swords:
The Austrian eagleHas
already lost its feathers



.




The blood of Italy,
The blood of
PolandHe drank with the Cossack

.


But his heart has burned it.


**REFRAIN**Let'
s close the ranks .
..
|