Oh Stefanina
Clandestina
There is a lemon tree by the southern sea
That stands as proud as ever as it watches over me
As I make my way through the dust and clay
To a little street that boldly bears your name
You were a courier, hard messenger
Beat on the door, blood on the floor, fast away ya' fight
You took the lonely road, so I was told
And drove the signals out into the night
Drove the signals out into the night
But when the butcher came, and learned your name
Thе writing was on the wall, and all that was left was just a game
Thе land is bleeding now, as it was bleeding then
So rise my little angel rise again
Rise my little angel rise again
Oh Stefanina
Clandestina
Take up the banner, we now beseech you
And for the ones who did not believe you
We'll be awaiting outside the bedroom
A tap of the fist, the flick of the wrist, the Tarantella Bang Boom!
Bang boom!
Above the terraced land, the Madonna stands
To watch the sunlight disappear, upon the silent wood
The men just shuffle through, do they remember you?
Or are ya' lost to memory for good?
And in the dark of the night, when spider bites
The weak sit down to die, while the strong look deep within
The land is bleeding now, as it was bleeding then
So rise my little angel rise again
Rise my little angel rise again
Oh Stefanina
Clandestina
Take up the banner, we now beseech you
And for the ones who did not believe you
We'll be awaiting outside the bedroom
A tap of the fist, the flick of the wrist, the Tarantella Bang Boom!
Bang boom!
Oh!
And Stefanina sings upon kestrel wings
That rise up soft and sweetly up away into the sky
It's on the front of The Basilica
A real Partigiano never dies
Clandestina
There is a lemon tree by the southern sea
That stands as proud as ever as it watches over me
As I make my way through the dust and clay
To a little street that boldly bears your name
You were a courier, hard messenger
Beat on the door, blood on the floor, fast away ya' fight
You took the lonely road, so I was told
And drove the signals out into the night
Drove the signals out into the night
But when the butcher came, and learned your name
Thе writing was on the wall, and all that was left was just a game
Thе land is bleeding now, as it was bleeding then
So rise my little angel rise again
Rise my little angel rise again
Oh Stefanina
Clandestina
Take up the banner, we now beseech you
And for the ones who did not believe you
We'll be awaiting outside the bedroom
A tap of the fist, the flick of the wrist, the Tarantella Bang Boom!
Bang boom!
Above the terraced land, the Madonna stands
To watch the sunlight disappear, upon the silent wood
The men just shuffle through, do they remember you?
Or are ya' lost to memory for good?
And in the dark of the night, when spider bites
The weak sit down to die, while the strong look deep within
The land is bleeding now, as it was bleeding then
So rise my little angel rise again
Rise my little angel rise again
Oh Stefanina
Clandestina
Take up the banner, we now beseech you
And for the ones who did not believe you
We'll be awaiting outside the bedroom
A tap of the fist, the flick of the wrist, the Tarantella Bang Boom!
Bang boom!
Oh!
And Stefanina sings upon kestrel wings
That rise up soft and sweetly up away into the sky
It's on the front of The Basilica
A real Partigiano never dies
Contributed by Dq82 - 2025/9/24 - 17:21
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Polka Pit
The song is a tribute to the anti-fascist partigiani in WWII, in particular to a young woman who lost her life after the local occupying Nazi warlord discovered that she’d been aiding the resistance. So it’s a kind of descendent of the often-sung Bella Ciao, another anti-fascist Italian anthem.
The rhythm is sweet, the sung melody lines are haunting, the words are nice and rhythmic and poetic…