Mare nostrum, their lake
The Mediterranean sea
Rather than be worried by its size
They saw it as a possession
And never worried over control
They used their ships aggressively
And above the blue there they waited
The knights of the Regia Aeronautica
Whatever the enemy
They served the empire well
Even with obsolete machines
Even with poor leadership
And false dreams of conquest
The pilots and aircrews all fought
Without respect to the enemy
Without concern for futility
And more than once
They rose above the limits imposed
And struck violently
Like lightning falling from the sky
