Warning

               
          
             Alongside of the Latin pax 
             Could person heard the term of Huns,
             Oh, consciousness, don’t be relaxed.
             No foolish faults   to be done!


            My dear Var, what are the fighters?
            Estates and sons already dead!
            By arrow or a pieces of lead? 
           You, Roma as the “gest arbaiters”!?

           Lucilius, look! That is a winner!
           Stop your jokes  in the saloons.
           Farewell,  my friend. The dirty skinner
           will lead the traitors very soon..


           The public rape and crowds rising!
           Do you forgive the Gods default? 
           Farewell, the star, that must be sold,
           You, Lesbia, what is your rhyming?
          
            The Huns are in the Pantheon
            And crushed the dream of Planeteum.
           Whose sons are crying here –”Te Deum!»
           And who replies to us  – ”go on!”

            Farewell, my friend, my “comandante”,
            You, dear Flak, you dear Mucios,
            The new barbarians of futures!
            They are acting for the crazy grant!