Βάζει ο Ντούτσε τη στολή του [Bazi o ntoutse ti stoli tou] [English translation]

Douche puts on his uniform

With his high headwear

And all the feathers (that decorate it).

And a night with moon

he attempts to gain the power over Greece

Oh, poor him!

Oooooh!

Our brave tsolias (=Greek soldier with a certain attire)

He(=Douche) comes across him on the mountains

And he(=the tsolias) causes discomfort to the master

of pasta.

Ah Chiano, I'll lose my head, Chiano,

Who told me to mess with the tsoliades (=plural of tsolias)

Aaaaah!

He goes for it the next day

But he hears the war cry: "Air"

From the tsolias.

He uses any way he finds to escape

And he jumps over the small river

He knows the job.

Ooooh!

Tsolias goes ham on him with the shots

And to prove his self-worth, he(Douche) changes generals all the time.

Ah Chiano, I'll lose my head, Chiano,

And please send me quickly my mourning clothes to wear.

Aaaah!

The young Napoleo sends

Military divisions with hungry soldiers

Up on the mountains.

So that they meet their nemesis

And have their army captured.

He brings a whole lot of them.

Oooooh!

And the poor Centaurs

Oh what a shame

(They are) hungry, starving,

(That's why they) jump in the water.

Ah Grazi, I don't want to see you, Grazi,

Cause my spot is hot.

Aaaaah!

They run like crazy amongst the rocks

and they get slammed

from us and their allies.

And without much talk

The Greek brave soldiers marched

into Koricha.

Oooooh!

The khaki-clothed soldiers (=the Greeks) reached Argyrokastro

And the Greek flag is waving there now,

Ah Chiano, I'll lose my head, Chiano,

Cause I'm soon losing even Tirana.

And these poor guys suffered

a huge loss

And Rome waits

for its turn now.

Aaaah!

• Artist:Sofia Vembo