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Army

Spending our whole day in the watchtowers
Spending our whole day in the watchtowers
And then cleaning
And then cleaning
Once again on the penalty sheet1
Once again on the penalty sheet
And later on Calliope 2
And later on Calliope
 
But when war comes
We'll be holding brooms
 
Army, you join logical and end up crazy
Army, but you can't do otherwise
Army, and if you're unlucky
Army, you might come out dead
 
Orders all day long
Orders all day long
And serving coffee to the commander
And serving coffee to the commander
Kapsonia 3, one after the other
Kapsonia, one after the other
And chores later on
And chores later on
 
But when war comes
We'll be holding brooms
 

• 1. Ποινολόγιο is a paper that your name is written in if you misbehave, and can lead you to serving more days
• 2. Calliope means toilet in army slang, and he means cleaning them
• 3. Kapsonia, are pranks in the army, which can be small and funny, but they can also end up being dangerous and deadly even

Future belongs to the crazy ones

Since they exiled tomorrow
And they destroyed our lives
Since they looted everything
And now we're living the perfect perversion
 
Future belongs to the crazy ones
To the madmen and to the dreamers
So don't listen to anyone
Do what you want and make the roles yourself
[Χ2]
 
Since they threw the stars out
And they turned our dreams into pickles
Since I was excommunicated as well
Now let them burn in hell together
 
Future belongs to the crazy ones
To the madmen and to the dreamers
So don't listen to anyone
Do what you want and make the roles yourself
[Χ2]
 
And since the great omniscient people and the big ones
Managed to bring us to this situation
With fairy tales, promises and debts
They won't take us with them off the cliff
Because...
 
Future belongs to the crazy ones
To the madmen and to the dreamers
So don't listen to anyone
Do what you want and make the roles yourself
[Χ2]
 

Every person for themselves

Every person for themselves
Permanently different
He seeks his light in the darkness
And you act like a judge
 
You judge the way he speaks
(The way) He acts and laughs
But if you look at the mirror
You'll see who the executor is
 
Every person for themselves
His heartache is his own
And if he can't fly higher
(It's because) They wounded his wings
 
Every person for themselves
Each wound a story
Don't be an accomplice to them
Give out a hug, give out your spirit
 
Every person for themselves
And there's no one else like them
He lonely cries inside him
And you act like a judge
 
You judge the way he looks
(The way) He hugs and kisses
But if you look at the mirror
You'll see who the executor is
 

Champions

In all the weird things that you live
Learn to always be a winner
Laugh even when uphill
Look at everything positively
 
In all the weird things that you live
Learn to always be a claim
Turn now the end into a beginning
Live every moment intensely
 
Me, you, him...
We, you, them...
 
Champions
We'll be forever
In the difficulties of life
Making the moments great
Again and again and again and again
 
In all the weird things that you live
Learn to always be a winner
Turn into a festival even the bad times
Colourize life once again
 
In all the weird things that you live
Learn to always be a claim
Turn past into present
And miss out on whatever is slowing you down
 
Me, you, him...
We, you, them...
 

Beach Party

Everything looks like Summer 1 as Melisses say, when I'm close to you
My summer,2 as Hatzigiannis says, will always be you
A melted ice cream3, as Ksylina Spathia say, I feel in your arms
On a cruise 4, as Germanos says, I'll take you, prepare
 
Summer5 , as Fatme say, will be our season
Let's go to Hawaii6, but Protopsalti says, take Thomas with you
Summer vacation7, as Karvelas says, will be our every moment
I'm preparing a trip8, as Dimou says, our celebration begins
 
Our whole life will be a beach party
We'll be lighting a fire to our love
We'll be singing with our guitar
And we'll be dancing naked on the beach
 
Like shipwrecked9, as Nino says, we'll find ourselves alone
How many thousands of Summers10, as Demy says, and as many, together
I urgently need a vacation11, as Martakis says, so we can rest
Date on the beach12, as Foureira says, so we can fall in love
 
The blues of the Aegean13, as Bigalis14 says, I'll be dancing with you
Let's travel to Seychelles for crazy times15, as Polina says, and don't be late
Summer love16, as Kalliris says, you'll always be for me
Don't talk to me about summers17, as Arvaniti says, and let me do everything
 
Our whole life will be a beach party
We'll be lighting a fire to our love
We'll be singing with our guitar
And we'll be dancing naked on the beach
 

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You and I

If you want to talk about love
call me and tell me what your thoughts are
Since you left
I have been worried and troubled
You know that
 
Chorus:
Let’s remember our days
When we danced together,
When we stood under the moon
Let’s remember our warm days,
When we were together
You and I, you and I
 
Time passes quickly
Incredibly, it’s been a year now
But I still love you.
You are still laughing at me and playing games
But if love hasn’t cooled down,
I’m asking you, please come back!
 
Chorus.
 
Only you can make me feel so worried
My love, you are a gift from heaven!
 
Chorus.
 

I will enter the world

I will enter the world, my hands are empty.
What life will give me, I cannot know in advance.
Sometimes the sun comes through, sometimes everything is gray
Sadness and happiness walk along the same road.
 
Someone lives exhaustedly, counting every penny
Afraid of the future and lacking hope for happiness.
Someone is too rich, knowing neither work nor worries
For him, life is a game, and other people are rubbish.
 
Only a loved one will not give me his heart.
Only for a while will I have a friend
Then his road will turn to the side,
And the house will remain far away.
 
My soul will remain with me, which you cannot put in your pocket.
Perhaps it will show me the way.
Show me who needs my open hand
Who needs to kindle a fire in an extinct soul.
 
A smile through the tears, happy eyes
Good, born of good, will pass through many places
I will go out into the light, and my hands are empty
But a heart of gold will give what I myself am yet unable to.
 

The Zazous

Until now, on Earth,
A man might be
White or black or yellow
Or red and that's all
But another race
Is starting to appear
It's the Zazous, it's the Zazous.
 
With a detachable collar up to the tonsils
And a jacket that falls to the knees
Hair down to the spine
That's a Zazou, that's a Zazou
 
There are Zazous in my neighborhood
I'm already half one
It'll be your turn one day
You'll all be Zazous like us
Because the Zazou is contagious
It begins with trembling
Which comes on you suddenly
Followed by shrieking
 
If, one day as you walk around
You meet an individual wearing a soft cheese on his head
Holding in his hand a fish in a cage
He's a Zazou, he's a Zazou
 
If your grocer says to you: 'I have some gruyère
But unfortunately all that's left are the holes.'
Don't assume that he's got a screw loose
He's a Zazou, he's a Zazou
 
There are Zazous in my neighborhood
I'm already half one
It'll take you one of these days
 
To his future son-in-law the other day my concierge
Said: see here, my daughter is a gem
She's even better than if she was a virgin
She's a Zazou, she's a Zazou
 
And catching the train, I saw the stationmaster
Who said to me: My dear, I'm not a cuckold at all
I'm something far more unusual than that
I'm a Zazou, I'm a Zazou
 
There are Zazous in my neighborhood
I'm already half one
It'll take you one of these days
 
Before paying his debt to society
In front of the guillotine, Gégène said 'I don't care
I lost my head long ago
I'm a Zazou, I'm a Zazou.'
 
With a socialite from the Place Pigalle
My friend Léon went a bit crazy
It worked out for him, because for 25 francs
He's a Zazou, he's a Zazou
 
There are Zazous in my neighborhood
I'm already half one
It'll be my turn one day
They'll end up taking me off
To a mental asylum
And we'll all meet up there as Zazous
It's crazy how much fun we'll have
As we sing in the showers like this ...
 

I Love Both of You

Tell me daddy, why can't I be with you more often?
Why is it only twice a month?
I enjoy it so much when we're together!
That's the way it is when you love someone
 
But mommy doesn't like it.
Why does she keep me away from you?
 
Thing is, I love both of you,
because I'm your child!
Why can't I decide
where I'd like to be?
 
Tell me daddy, why can't you bring me home when our time is over
and come in visiting us for a while?
Mom certainly wouldn't kick you out right away
and we could be together all three of us for once.
 
But you say it isn't possible
because there is something standing between you and her
 
Thing is, I love both of you,
because I'm your child!
Why can't I decide
with whom I'd like to be?
 
I'm too little to comprehend that
but I'd like to see us being together
 
Because I love both of you after all
I am the child of both of you
Why can't you make up your minds
to be a family again soon?
 

Russian, fuck yourself! (We will rock you!)

Don't forget: in this land
You have no friends, only enemies.
You bring death, you lie to everybody,
You'll never take away our home!
 
Russian, go fuck yourself!
Russian, go fuck yourself!
 
Here is your future, remember:
A bullet in the forehead and you lie down in the grove.
A Ukrainian steamroller drives over the dead.
The children of Mariupol are in our hearts!
 
Russian, go fuck yourself! (Once more!)
Russian, go fuck yourself!
 
A legendary victory awaits us!
Your last tank was taken away by grandpa Panas.
Glory to the heroes! Death to enemies!
Stinky occupier, only one thing I will add:
 
Russian, go fuck yourself! (Once more!)
Russian, go fuck yourself!
Russian, go fuck yourself!
Russian, go fuck yourself!
 

Alone

Alone alone alone
The sky has no stars
And all the clocks in the world
Somehow go inversely
 
Alone alone alone
Even the native country is foreign earth
The sun has no heat
Alone no day is worth living
 
Only now I know how nice it was with you
As you still got along with me
As we still shared good and bad times
Only now I know how much you meant to me
 
How important you were in my life
Why did I have to lose you
To understand
I'm really nothing without you
 
Alone alone alone
The sky has no stars
And all the clocks in the world
Somehow go inversely
 
Alone alone alone
Even the native country is foreign earth
The sun has no heat
Alone no day is worth living
 
I feel damn forlorn
Only now know what I lost with you
Would like so gladly begin with you once again
Win you anew
 
How get I you back in my world
The person I miss so in my life
So that we share good and bad times
Once again
Because I'm nothing without you
 

Our Lady of Copacabana

Our lady of Copacabana
Greet whores in your praise
As every woman who is born is a fight
Not a single one less, and more love
I pray in the name of your history
A contradictory tale of party and heat
 
Our lady of Copacabana
Spends New Year's in splendor
Now care, on your sidewalks,
Of accused children
While, on your beach,
Tourists abuse your redeemer
 
I praise those who, everyday,
Come back from their shipwreck
Of bitter evenings
At dance clubs, without modesty
 
Pieces of meat that you're free to choose
Bodies with the blood of the censor
Mouths which completely suck
Souls tainted with mould
 
Copacabana, little old princess
Listen to my cry
And protect all of those in their panties
Transvestites from their aggressors
Here I make, in your memory,
This prayer as the drum beats
 
Please, allow me now,
To scare away your fear
And sing with these people
Who call themselves 'worthless'
 
Please, allow me now,
To scare away your fear
And sing with these people
Who call themselves 'worthless'
 
Please, allow me now,
To scare away your fear
And sing with these people
Who call themselves 'worthless'
 
Please, allow me now,
To scare away your fear
And sing with these people
Who call themselves 'worthless'
 
Please, allow me now,
To scare away your fear
And sing with these people
Who call themselves 'worthless'
 

The Verb To Be

I know the general outline of despair.
 
Despair has no wings, it doesn’t necessarily sit at a cleared table in the evening on a terrace by the sea.
 
It’s despair and not the return of a quantity of insignificant facts like seeds that leave one furrow for another at nightfall.
 
It’s not the moss that forms on a rock or the foam that rocks in a glass.
 
It’s a boat riddled with snow, if you will, like birds that fall and their blood doesn’t have the slightest thickness.
 
I know the general outline of despair. A very small shape, defined by jewels worn in the hair.
 
That’s despair.
 
A pearl necklace for which no clasp can be found and whose existence can’t even hang by a thread. That’s despair for you.
 
Let’s not go into the rest.
 
Once we begin to despair we don’t stop.
 
I myself despair of the lampshade around four o’clock, I despair of the fan towards midnight, I despair of the cigarette smoked by men on death row.
 
I know the general outline of despair.
 
Despair has no heart, my hand always touches breathless despair, the despair whose mirrors never tell us if it’s dead.
 
I live on that despair which enchants me.
 
I love that blue fly which hovers in the sky at the hour when the stars hum.
 
I know the general outline of the despair with long slender surprises, the despair of pride, the despair of anger.
 
I get up every day like everyone else and I stretch my arms against a floral wallpaper. I don’t remember anything and it’s always in despair that I discover the beautiful uprooted trees of night.
 
The air in the room is as beautiful as drumsticks.
 
What weathery weather.
 
I know the general outline of despair.
 
It’s like the curtain’s wind that holds out a helping hand.
 
Can you imagine such a despair? Fire! Ah they’re on their way … Help! Here they come falling down the stairs …
 
And the ads in the newspaper, and the illuminated signs along the canal.
 
Sandpile, beat it, you dirty sandpile! In its general outline despair has no importance.
 
It’s a squad of trees that will eventually make a forest, it’s a squad of stars that will eventually make one less day, it’s a squad of one­-less-­days that will eventually make up my life.
 

Nightingale, you who flutter

Nightingale, you who flutter
and sing amid the leafy boughs,
go now, you whose love is true,
and tell my betrothed how I suffer.
 
Tell him that every tree here
bows before my constancy,
that every branch is more loyal
than that heart for which I sigh.
 

Diva

Finally found an excuse, taking the chance while I am tipsy,
to express all the feelings in my heart.
Loneliness gradually get stronger, silence remains at the corner of the dance floor.
The more or less you said,
Makes one feel more restless.
Whose overindulgence was it? Who will let themselves out?
In the end it will still be me.
My foot are dangling in the air, wandering in between your unfeeling enthusiasm.
I still have to accept that you usurped me with a smile.
I am jealous of your menacing love,
just like a super popular diva.
What you want isn’t me, but a kind of vanity.
To look outstanding when someone cares for you.
I fell into a violently blind tolerance,
for the sake of the pampered diva.
If love is only left with temptations, or tolerance for each other.
Let’s stop tormenting each other,
because we are both in the wrong.
 
Push away the pale hands as well as the graying promise.
No matter how stricken you are,
stop calling out to me, it is a deadly vulnerability to be soft-hearted.
I obviously know, yet desperately devote myself to you
I am jealous of your menacing love,
just like a super popular diva.
What you want isn’t me, but a kind of vanity.
To look outstanding when someone cares for you.
I fell into a violently blind tolerance,
for the sake of the pampered diva.
If love is only left with temptations, or tolerance for each other.
Let’s stop tormenting each other,
because we are both in the wrong.
 
If one day love is no longer bewitched,
enough to see clearly from right and wrong.
Till that day, in my heart,
you will no longer be sing praises of, or treated like a diva.
It will never be me again.