Vittoria, Mio Core
José Carlos Santos Silva
Victory, My Heart
Victory, my heart!
Do not cry anymore,
The vile servitude
Is dissolved by Love.
Already the wicked, to your detriment
Among a crowd of glances,
With deceitful charms
Arranged the deceptions;
The frauds, the troubles
No longer have a place,
The ardor of his cruelty
Is extinguished!
From smiling lights
No more arrow comes out,
That mortal wound
May strike my chest:
In grief, in torment
I no longer break down
And every bond is broken,
The fear has disappeared!
