For a long time the city of Troy was under siege,
Has remained an unapproachable stronghold.
Hut the people of Troy did not believe Cassandra -
Maybe Troy would have existed to this day.

Incessantly, the mad deranged lady
Had screamed, "Believe me, I can see Troy in ruins!"
Hut all clairvoyants, as well as all eyewitnesses,
Were burned by people throughout history.

And in the night when out of a horse’s stomach,
The death descended on Troy, waving its wings,
Above the insane, surprised, angry crowd
Somebody screamed: "It’s the fault of that witch!"

Incessantly, the mad deranged lady
Had screamed, "Believe me, I can see Troy in ruins!"
Hut all clairvoyants, as well as all eyewitnesses,
Were burned by people throughout history.

And in this night, and in this blood, and in this vagueness
When all of the predictions came true,
The crowd found an appropriate minute,
To carry out their habitual punishment.

Incessantly, the mad deranged lady
Had screamed, "Believe me, I can see Troy in ruins!"
Hut all clairvoyants, as well as all eyewitnesses,
Were burned by people throughout history.

And here’s the end, though not tragic but so vexatious:
Some Greek had found Cassandra’s cloister,
And began using it not like he would Cassandra,
But like a simple and an insatiable victor.

Incessantly, the mad deranged lady
Had screamed, "Believe me, I can see Troy in ruins!"
Hut all clairvoyants, as well as all eyewitnesses,
Were burned by people throughout history.