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Inno al Trentino

This anthem had a number of different versions, one by don Livio Rosa of 1915, another before World War One when Trentino was part of the Austrian Hungarian empire. The version below - with no political attitude - is usually sung at present.
The "official" story says that the text was written by the widow of Cesare Battisti, Ernesta Bittanti, and the music added by Guglielmo Bussoli in 1915.

But it seems the origins were in a folk song that existed in South Tyrol in the Austrian period (until 1918). An anthology by Don Livio Rosa, a refugee in Mühlhöffen, Bohemia, includes also an "Anthem to Tyrol", very much similar to Bittanti's version. A further Italian nationalistic stanza was added in the 1930's and is usually omitted by mountain choirs.

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Si slancian nel cielo le guglie dentate,
discendono dolci le verdi vallate.
Profumano i paschi, biancheggian gli olivi,
esultan le messi, le viti sui clivi.
Soar in the sky the toothed peaks,
gently descend the green valleys.
the pastures smell, olive groves look white,
the harvest rejoice, the vines on the hills.
 
O puro bianco di cime nevose,
soave olezzo di vividi fior,
rosseggianti su coste selvose,
dolce festa di vaghi color.
O pure white of snowy peaks,
sweet smell of vivid flowers,
reddish on the wooded crests,
sweet feast of fine colors.
 
Custode fedele di sante memorie,
che porti nel cuore sconfitte e vittorie.
Impavido veglia al valico alpino,
o gemma dell'Alpe, o amato Trentino.
Faithful guardian of sacred memories,
keeping in the heart defeats and victories.
Fearless guarding at the Alpine pass,
You bud of the Alps, beloved Trentino.
 
O puro bianco di cime nevose,
soave olezzo di vividi fior,
rosseggianti su coste selvose,
dolce festa di vaghi color.
O pure white of snowy peaks,
sweet smell of vivid flowers,
reddish on the wooded crests,
sweet feast of fine colors.
 
O puro bianco di cime nevose,
soave olezzo di vividi fior,
rosseggianti su coste selvose,
dolce festa di vaghi color.
O pure white of snowy peaks,
sweet smell of vivid flowers,
reddish on the wooded crests,
sweet feast of fine colors.