[Video] Non Serviam – Inno Individualista (The Individualist Hymn)

Received on 21.09.19:

Unreleased cover of a traditional 1901 anarchist anonymous folk song from Italy. All music & video edited by Non Serviam and friends. With tribute to angry traces of fire and struggle from around the world.

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ORIGINAL LYRICS (IT+ENG)
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Inno individualista

Pria di morir sul fango della via,
imiteremo Bresci e Ravachol;
chi stende a te la mano, o borghesia,
è un uomo indegno di guardare il sol.

Le macchine stridenti dilaniano i pezzenti
e pallide e piangenti stan le spose ognor,
restano i campi incolti e i minator sepolti
e gli operai travolti da omicidio ognor.

E a chi non soccombe si schiudan le tombe,
s’apprestin le bombe, s’affili il pugnal.
È l’azione l’ideal!

Francia all’erta, sulla ghigliottina,
tronca il capo a chi punirla vuol;
Spagna vil garrotta ed assassina;
fucila Italia chi tremar non suol.

In America impiccati, in Africa sgozzati,
in Spagna torturati a Montjuich ognor;
ma la razza trista del signor teppista
l’individualista sa colpir ancor.

E a chi non soccombe si schiudan le tombe,
s’apprestin le bombe, s’affili il pugnal.
È l’azione l’ideal!

Finché siam gregge, è giusto che vi sia
cricca social per leggi decretar;
finché non splende il sol dell’anarchia
vedremo sempre il popol trucidar.

Sbirri, inorridite, se la dinamite
voi scrosciare udite contro l’oppressor;
abbiamo contro tutti, sbirri e farabutti,
e uno contro tutti noi li sperderem.

E a chi non soccombe si schiudan le tombe,
s’apprestin le bombe, s’affili il pugnal.
È l’azione l’ideal!

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The Individualist Hymn

Before dying in the mud on the streets
we would imitate Bresci and Ravachol;
anyone who extends a hand to you, bourgeoisie,
is a person unworthy of looking at the sun.

Grinding machines tear the beggars to pieces
and their wives are forever pale and weeping,
The fields remain fallow, the miners buried
and the workers crushed forever by murder.

And to those who don’t give in, open the tombs,
prepare the bombs, sharpen the knife,
action is the ideal!

France, on the watch with the guillotine,
chops off the head of anyone who wants to punish her.
Cowardly Spain strangles with a garrote and murderous
Italy guns down those who aren’t accustomed to trembling.

Hanged in America, throats cut in Africa,
forever tortured at Montjuich in Spain,
but the individualist still knows how to strike
the sorry breed of gentleman thugs.

And to those who don’t give in, open the tombs,
prepare the bombs, sharpen the knife,
action is the ideal!

As long as we are a herd it’s appropriate that there’s
a social gang passing laws;
as long as the sun of anarchy doesn’t shine,
we will always see the slaughtering of the populace.

Be very afraid, coppers, when you hear
the dynamite exploding against the oppressors.
We are enemies of all cops and scoundrels,
And one against all, we will scatter them.

And to those who don’t give in, open the tombs,
prepare the bombs, sharpen the knife,
action is the ideal!

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Older material available for download here

Check the official video for “Bombe H” here

The original song covered here

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