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
