Our four-colored Istrice
the soul you are of all Camollia
a thousand hearts vibrate in your banners,
and the passion you spread in every way ...
Sol in defense, sting, and in the sphere
high in the sky to sting the blue
with his sweet and seraphic whisper
the flag flies in the lap of the winds ...
Beloved hedgehog
go back to every street to stamburar ...
Like summer
your heart warms and your blood vibrates ...
Beautiful Contrada
open your heart more than your door
you are now risen
and no one else will win you!
You know your people when it goes down
down towards Piazza it's like a river in flood.
It resonates through the ancient streets of Siena,
a song that stretches in the sky
and all Siena shouts: Istrice ahead
and Victory will be sure of it
because by now we are many
and of Siena, its glory!
Beloved hedgehog
go back to every street to stamburar ...
Like summer
your heart warms and your blood vibrates ...
Beautiful Contrada
open your heart more than your door
you are now risen
and no one else will win you!