Hymn of San Marino

The Hymn of San Marino, also known Giubilanti d'amore fraterno and Antico Inno Patrio, was a de facto national anthem of San Marino until 1894, with music by Ulisse Balsimelli and lyrics by Aurelio Muccioli.

While occasionally played during public ensemble exhibitions, no sung performance has been recorded yet.

Italian (original)
"Giubilanti d’amore fraterno, Salutiam la natale pendice! Salutiam questa rupe felice Vaga gemma dell’italo suol. Libertà nostre case tutela Libertà le nostr’alme ristora Libertà, libertà sol c’infiora Di dolcezza, di pace e d’amor.

CHORUS: Giuriam fratelli – con tutto il core, Al nostro tetto – perenne amor. Giuriam, giuriam!

Qui il ladrone col mezzo suo capo Non lordava i purissimi colli: No! Di sangue non fumano molli Questi Sassi del nostro Titan. Qui fratelli, e non vili tiranni Della Patria fan mite governo; Prence e schiavo l’ammiran, né scherno Del prezioso suo bene si fa.

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Coronata di triplice torre Che potenza suprema dinota, Ah! non crolla, non cade, ma immota Al variar dell’etadi si sta. La funesta membranza d’un Giuda Che rubar ci provò libertade, Viva sempre nell’alme contrade Quale storia d’orrendo squallor.

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Di Marino la povera rupe Salva, o Cielo, da’ fieri perigli; E noi fidi, diletti suoi figli Emulando le gloria n’andrem. Giovanetti, se in core vi suona Voce santa d’amore al Titano Deh! posate sul petto la mano E giurate serbar Libertà!

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English translation
"Jubilant of Fraternal love we salute the native slope! we salute this happy cliff vague gem of Italic land. Freedom protect our homes Freedom restore our souls Freedom, only freedom embellishes us with peace, love and kindness CHORUS: Let us vow brothers, with all our soul to our roof, everlasting love We vow! We vow! Here the thief with his corrupted head did not soil the pure hills NO! Of blood does not smoke soaking These stones of our Titan Here brothers and not vile Tirants of the Fatherland make a peaceful government Princes and slaves admire it and neither mockery of its precious good is done

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Crowned by triple Tower that supreme power denotes Ah! Does not crumble, does not fall but still to the variation of ages it stands. The baleful memory of a Judah who tried to steal us freedom let it live in the roads of our souls as a story of horrendous misery

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Of Marinus, the poor cliff Save, oh heavens, from brave perils and us, his beloved sons emulating his glory we shall go. Youngs, if in your hearts rings (the) Holy voice of love for the Titan Deh! Put your hands on your chest and vow to preserve Freedom!

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