Do not give up, not even defeated
Do not feel like a slave, not even a slave
Tremulous with fear, think yourself brave
And attack fiercely, already badly wounded
Have the tenacity of the rusty nail
That now old and mean becomes a nail again
And not the cowardly intrepidity of the turkey
That subsides its plumage at the first noise
Proceeds like God who never cries,
Or like Lucifer who never prays
Or like the oak grove whose greatness
It needs water and does not implore it
Let it bite and scream avenger
Already rolling in the dust your head

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN