ألبوم:
Miki Theodorakis' "Πολιτεία Α’", 1960 (Politia Vol.1)
كلمات أصلية
اليونانية
الترجمة
الإنكليزية
Δραπετσώνα
Drapetsona
Built with blood, every stone and a sorrow
Every nail of his (is) bitterness and a sob
But when we were returning from work at night
I and she, dreams, kisses
The wind and the rain beat it
But it was port and hug and expectetion
Ah, our little house and this one had soul
Take our geranium, take our wreath
In Drapetsona we don’t have soul anymore
Hold my hand and let’s go my star
We will survive even if we are poor
A little bed and a crib in the corner
On the leaking roof stars and birds
Every door sweat and sigh
Every window and a sky
But when the night was coming
In the narrow backstreet the kids were having fun
Ah, our little house and this one had heart
Take our geranium, take our wreath
In Drapetsona we don’t have soul anymore
Hold my hand and let’s go my star
We will survive even if we are poor
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