Fascist song - Le donne non ci vogliono più bene - The women don't love us more ( blackshirts )

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Cheerful and daring song composed by black shirts during the dramatic years of the Italian Social Republic - 1943/1945.

In those years, the military defeat of Fascism was becoming more evident, and many italians betrayed their Homeland to pass on the winning side. Thousand volunteers, however, remained loyal to Mussolini, the Country and German ally. And, with them, many fair women.


THE MEN START

Women don't love us more,
because we wear black shirts,
they say that we are raving mad,
they say that we are jailbird!

Love with fascist is not convenient,
better a coward without flag,
better one that hasn't blood in veins,
better one that will save his skin!

We don't care! Mrs. Death,
flirt in the middle of the battle,
She gets kisses only by soldiers,

forward boys! Run after Her,
let's give her a kiss under the shrapnel,
leave the other women to turncoats!

To Us!

THE REPLY OF WOMEN

Women don't love you more,
because you wear the black shirt,
But don't worry: Christ also
was judged criminal and insane!

For you fascists, for you is not suitable,
who denied his Homeland and his Flag,
who surrendered safely to the enemy,
who has water and not blood in the veins!

You that risk death every day,
give Honor at our Country, and prize to battle
is the myrtle that flower for the soldiers...

and a woman's heart will fall in love of you,
a woman that follows you on the battlefield,
a woman that despise the cowards!

To Us!

https://invidio.us/watch?v=5cp34GqHU0w

Such are the fates of all those whom commit themselves to the occultation of spirituality and the development of conscious

LYRICS:
[Verse 1: Mr. Bond]
Destroy that white nation
Never gonna let the borders close
I let in those rapists
Educated to just do what I'm told
George Soros, six million
War hawks guilt trippin' on me
You made me, the villain
But in doing so you set a man free
And we will never be killed
Not as long as we have the will
the goyim know, and hell yeah I'm thrilled
The night is dark, but I'm on white pills
If I die, I'll be on this hill
With my whites down in Charlottesville
Lying press and a lot of shills
And I was there saying…

[Hook: Morrakiu]
And I finally notice
These hebrews
Each Bergblatt comes with an echo
I'm a fash guy, I can see through
This plugin lets me detect you
Jew, Jew, Jew

[Verse 2: Mr. Bond]
Test my patience, be facetious
Till I lose it and the bodies start to stack up
Take my kindness, for weakness
How did that work out for y'all in the past huh?
I just wanted, my own nation
But the leeching elite said "No"
And we tried hard to shake them
But the parasite won't let go
Now once again Europeans know
Death camp smokestacks, I'm in my zone
On your ass like New Years Cologne
I can't be black, it ain't my tone
Can't evolve back, I came too far
Master race and I aim for the stars
Leave the rest behind wherever they are
So I was there saying

[Hook]

[Bridge: Mr. Bond]
No, you can tell 'em all now
I don't back up, I don't back down
I don't denounce or disavow
I don't cuck out, I don't know how
I don't care where the enemies are
Can't be stopped, Aryans go hard!
Won't forget how we got this far
And for the last time, saying