30.12.2021
My land, kissed by the sea
Bitter generation, carrying on your shoulders the earthly cross of injusticeheaded in the narrow, bitter road of greek-christendom.
My land, kissed by the sea, my drown in blood homeland
you hold death in your one hand, hope in the other
They feel so sorry to look at you, they feel such a pain to ask you
Cursed may be the hand that ravaged you.
Chased generation inside the teeth of persecution
you fight all day alone, you are betrayed at night
My land, kissed by the sea, my drown in blood homeland
you hold death in your one hand, hope in the other
They feel so sorry to look at you, they feel such a pain to ask you
Cursed may be the hand that ravaged you.