Ombra Mai fu

Di vegetabile

Cara ed amabile

Soave piu.



Frondi tenere e bell

Del mio Platano amato,

Per voi risplenda il Fato

Tuoni, Lampi, e Procelle

Non vi oltraggino mai la cara pace,

Ne giunga a profanarvi Austro rapace.





[Translation]



Never was there a shadow

Of Branches

Sweeter, more refreshing

Or more gentle



Tender and beautiful fronds

Of my beloved plane tree

Let fate smile upon you

May thunder, lightning, and storms

Never bother your dear peace

Nor may you by blowing winds be profaned