25.10.2021
Speak
Speak, don't pretend you don't seeyou'll run to hide from the beast you feed
If you want to be called a human being, the poet said
your every cry is a stone, don't take your mind off
Let your face bleed from the bullets
the better days don't come on their own
Your every move breaks down injustices
don't take your mind off of it for a single moment, don't say excuses
I don't cry I told you, where did you see the tears?
You should worry about our homeland
The snakes came out of their holes again
they smelled your fear and raised their heads
Cowards with huge arms and empty heads
sold the Hellenic idea to foolish sheeps
And you, that your grandparents came here after being chased
don't forget it, the look of the beggar is sacred
Look up, look at how you ended up, poor guy
you became all those things you used to make fun of
Home, work, misery and your life passing by
Standing away from everything that happens around you
A single mother stood in front of the snake
a mother who sacrificed a precious jewel
She didn't hide her words, she looked at them like she was an equal
the pain didn't bend her, her name is Magda Fyssa
What are you looking at me for? I told you I'm not crying
I am only ashamed by all these things I'm telling you
Everything may be done in your neighborhood
you go through there, but you mind your own business
And don't tell me you weren't watching
when they were kicking Zak in the head
it was noon in the city
Old men and cops, they're all ruthless
Talk for those who didn't make it
Giakoumakis was driven crazy by fake thugs
Many knew it, but no one was talking
and his sensitive soul was bleeding
Look up, look at how you ended up, poor guy
you became all those things you used to make fun of
Home, work, misery and your life passing by
Standing away from everything that happens around you
The youngsters you curse at, are your only hope
Solidarity and respect is their homeland
They saw their friend dead from a bullet
and they swore that all this would change one day
And rest assured, they'll do it
That is why they don't tolerate baboons defining (their lives)
You don't belong in their future
They're another blend and they enjoy life
Talk to the guy next door
That erupts on his kids because his life is shit
that pretends to be someone only where they believe him
because all day he kneels before them
And the cops that entered the neighbors' house
and you were shouting 'good job' you old skunk
you know one night they'll enter yours
because they have no respect for anyone
Speak, don't pretend you don't see
you'll run to hide from the beast you feed
If you want to be called a human being, the poet said
Υour every cry is a stone, don't take your mind off