White and red in the highest skies,
white and red from our neighborhood,
when Siena was playing at the fist
he already heard of you.
Strong the roll of our drums,
light the game of our banners,
the head of glory is always high,
breaks a cry from the breasts and from the heart:
Giraffe
Giraffe
of the great Salvani.
Of all the wards, you are the largest.
Giraffe
Giraffe
of historical laurels you boast honors
royal, imperial, republican still.
White and red in the Campo di Siena,
white and red higher up there.
When you run you feel in the air
a fever, a force of love.
Among the others you are more beautiful,
because all are not like you.
And from the alleys comes that cry,
which for Siena makes hearts quiver.
Giraffe
Giraffe
of the great Salvani.
Of all the wards, you are the largest.
Giraffe
Giraffe
of historical laurels you boast honors
royal, imperial, republican still.