In a happy moment for the Italian army, the heroic resistance of the garrison Giarabub became a key plank for propaganda and then realized it was a very popular song of which I propose the text.
nailed to the palm grove - the moon motionless vigil
to riding the dunes - is the ancient minaret.
Rings, cars, flags, - explosions blood ... Tell me
camel's happening? - It 's the festival Giarabub!
Colonel, I do not want bread, give me
lead for my musket
is the land of my bag
that for today I will do.
Colonel, I do not want the water, give me
fire destroyer
with the blood of this heart
my thirst will be turned off.
Colonel, I do not want change,
anyone here go back
not yield even one meter
if death will not go! "
Check the grass story already - where the blood streams down to ...
Those ghosts in sentinel - are dead or alive?
Who talk to us next? - Camel, are not you?
- On your knees, pilgrim - are the voices of Giarabub!
Colonel, I do not want bread, give me
lead for my musket
is the land of my bag
that for today I will do.
Colonel, I do not want the water, give me
fire destroyer
with the blood of this heart
my thirst will be turned off.
Colonel, I do not want change,
here nobody returns back
not yield even one meter
if death will not go! "
Colonel did not want praise,
died for my land ...
But the end of England
begins to Giarabub!
In May 1942, he was also made a film directed by Goffredo Alessandrini.
(from http://digilander.libero.it/avantisavoiait/Sagra% 20of% 20Giarabub.htm)
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