Piu Avanti
No te des por vencido, ni aun vencido
No te sientas esclavo, ni aun esclavo
Trémulo de pavor piénsate bravo
Y arremete feroz ya mal herido
Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido
Que ya viejo y ruin vuelve a ser clavo
Y no la cobarde intrepidez del pavo
Que amaina su plumaje al primer ruido
Procede como Dios que nunca llora,
O como Lucifer que nunca reza
O como el robledal cuya grandeza
Necesita del agua y no la implora
Que muerda y vocifere vengadora
Ya rodando en el polvo tu cabeza
Further Ahead
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