Piu Avanti

Do not give up, not even defeated
Do not feel like a slave, not even a slave
Trembling with fear, think of yourself as brave
And fiercely attack, even when badly wounded

Have the tenacity of the rusty nail
That, old and ruined, becomes a nail again
And not the cowardly boldness of the peacock
That calms its feathers at the first noise

Proceed like God who never cries,
Or like Lucifer who never prays
Or like the oak grove whose greatness
Needs water but does not beg for it

Let it bite and roar in vengeance
As your head rolls in the dust