Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
The force of union conquers all.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.