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Monday, 7 April 2008

Κορίτσια της συγνώμης - Girls of forgiveness

This empty gaze in my mirror
i know well, i have seen before
is looking me like the gray girls that loved me once
some pale, some chubby, with glasses

those that never get a second glance
hotels of love in darkness lost forever
that you wait for the rain, to go away and then
you leave and they look at you with sorrow

they know from day one but always hoping
when they offer you with anxiety their kisses
they see it in your eyes
you see it in theirs
a bunch of dead ends fills their lives

I ended up with theories and smalltalk
a dead end myself in your life
left like a thief without words
and never ever considered your sorrow

a fucked up ludicrous sad boaster
whenever i can i show off
a stupid, dizzy, little man
with my phallus folklore lying to myself
Girls of sorry, in your eyes
exists a sorrow that i have never forgotten
Gray girls, fairies of love
whatever i could loose i 've lost already

what remains is this song
dedicated to you this sleepless night
seems stupid but is the blossom
the caress and the words that i owe you
the loving, soft caress that i owe
the loving, soft caress that i owe

Κατσιμίχα - Για ένα κομμάτι ψωμί / For a loaf of bread

For a loaf of bread, work is just not enough
For a
loaf of bread, you have to surrender too much
simply your brains is not enough, simply your body is not enough
the most important is your soul, my man
this story has its own rules, work is just not enough

a iron-ball will hang upon you and you will suffer with it day and night
you have long road to go though until you stop asking "whats going on"
this story has its own rules, work is just not enough

For a
loaf of bread, work is just not enough
For a
loaf of bread, you ll drink poisons too much
you will be disposed off anywhere, your soul will be panting
you'll spit blood from the mouth, my man
this story has its own rules, work is just not enough

For a loaf of bread, you'll be forgetting too much
For a
loaf of bread, you'll have to pay too much
And some day when they free you, you'll be afraid to walk away, (trembling)
they will kick you and you'll love it my man
like a dog they'll treat you my man
but you wont have soul to feel it
will be too late for you