Chorus
Singing.
Ah! ah! we are betrayed; 'tis sacrilege! Our friend, [330] he who picked up corn-seeds in the same plains as ourselves, has violated our ancient laws; he has broken the oaths that bind all birds; he has laid a snare for me, he has handed us over to the attacks of that impious race which, throughout all time, [335] has never ceased to war against us.