Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes ("Beware of Greeks bearing gifts”)

Dardanian
Troy, Greeks in battle defeated

Unbeatable
they were in love and sword

Greek
ruse, hidden was in the victory trophy

No
other traits Greeks owned, but diableries

"Timeo
Danaos et dona ferentes"

“Beware of Greeks bearing gifts”

Laoocon
cried, then strangled by Apollo’s serpents

Trojans
remote to understanding

Delirious
with the trophy and victory

Won’t
even listen to Cassandra

Dardanian
Troy crumbled to ruins

Deed
of Greeks, never of the Gods.

Greece
today, hatching tricks in your hay bales

Proud
of your wooden horse, never to forget

Fraud
is your virtue, and a knife on the back

However,
Helens ridden are by Paris

Switched
you have your style, o insidious 

No
more horses stuffed with soldiers

You
build cathedrals, put up memorials, rob graveyards

Buy
acres of sea, invent Greeks, open banks, grab properties

The
trophy for the traitors, and national carcasses

The
power is, at the head of our country

Hold
on, too early to joy and celebrate

Your
Fifth Column, the Horse to replace

We are
the Pelasgians, Etruscans, Dardans, Illyrians, Albanians

Together
are going to make Arbëria, again.

You
slither like snakes, you sneak like hyenas

Eyes
blazing Laocoon, spear in hand

Not
going to throw it onto the horse this time

He’s
going to thrust it into the horseman.