Vicere [English translation]

May you throw your blood, Viceroy

Here, the alley is dark

And a decapitated head rolls

on the stairs.

I would let you hit the wall

with your head and horns,

I would blind your eyes

while in the sky brightens the day, without you.

May you throw your blood, ohi Viceroy

May you throw your blood, ohi Viceroy!

(Ohi Viceroy...)

I would call a girl

Warm in sleep,

And I'll tell him come and see the Little Dove.

I would turn the village upside-down

( the village) that sighs and sleeps,

Sad village, closed and black,

Which is hiding for the shame of appearing.

The Little Dove, ohi Viceroy,

The Little Dove, ohi Viceroy.

( Ohi Viceroy...)

The voices murmuring

And the eyes that open,

Flat, flat they open

( They see ) The whole anger of living.

Even sunlight is angry, as the raging sea foam.

Strength, let's face it, that if you want to see the light,

you have to help her.

Oh, Little Dove open them,

Oh, Little Dove open them,

( Oh Little Dove )

Oh, Little Dove wake up,

Open these clear wings.

These red eyes fill with anger

And this sky, turn it on.

You ,are

The time remaining,

The time to laugh.

Like these wings, and heart, beat

And then the sky is in my chest, in me.

It is day, forward, Viceroy, and this sun burns

And kill the dried and dead grass as you are!

A Little Dove.

The heart , it is not always and only good,

And see what it can do, it want always to make you,

this heart, always wants to poison you.

May you poison yourself! Ohi Viceroy,

if you want to make us enjoy,

make us be happy.

• Artist:Amedeo Minghi