Live alive! Our flags
to the glory of the sun we raise!
Melt in the wind, daring bishop,
the banner of our colors.
Glory to You, our beautiful Snail!
History talks about you, about Siena.
Be benign, always the star to you
and guide yourself to new victory.
Fifty-third Palio we have,
dear we hold, dear we hold
and sixty years ago
oh little snail, oh little snail.
You play everywhere, of songs and of party
of Saint Mark the exultant district;
lift your head from your shell
and rejoice in our joy.
Red, yellow and light blue colors
of the banner dedicated to you
they are forever marked in hearts
of those whom the heart has given you.
Fifty-third Palio we have,
dear we hold, dear we hold
and sixty years ago
oh little snail, oh little snail
To you Chiocciola, we only think
when in Piazza del Campo you are;
only for you, only for you we look forward
calling for victory for you.
On the track we see a horse;
first to reach the finish line quickly.
It is garnished with red and yellow:
we cry out your name!
Fifty-third Palio we have,
dear we hold, dear we hold
and sixty years ago
oh little snail, oh little snail.