Текст: Fiamma Fumana. Home. The Rice Weeder.

I am the rice weeder, I am the exploited, I am the proletarian who never feared
I got killed and chained, nor jail nor violence could stop me

With our bodies on the raiload we stopped those who exploited
There is a lot of mud in the rice fields, but no stain on the symbol of labour

This glorious and beautiful banner, we picked it up and we raise it higher
From the Vercellese to Molinella, at the head of our youth.

And we shall fight for labour, for peace, for bread and freedom
And we shall make a brand new world of justice and true freedom

And to the landlords we shall wage war, all united we shall win
Never more exploited on the earth, we shall be stronger than their guns