Δι' ευχών [Di' efchón] [English translation]

The hawks fly from their nests

so they can see the picture of our frightening life

Like the old sinners

who had neither hugs nor a place to hide

Under the sickening rain

in the highway with the refrigeratos trucks

The black oil

does not burn something that looks pure from soul

With blessings from our saints

from the churches where we sobbed

With belssings of the Earth

with visible and invisible scars

With the blessing from the saints you can cry

and say "I love you"

With the blessing from the saints and always

with a breath of God

I watch the sun from the mountain

and the dynamite of my soul breaks the stone

Where can I run at the start

in the five meters of the universal logic?

With the initials etched

name and race and ancient walls

and with the bunch of greek words

I will write my prophecies, etching them with my nails

With blessings from our saints

from the churches where we sobbed

With belssings of the Earth

with visible and invisible scars

With the blessing from the saints you can cry

and say "I love you"

With the blessing from the saints and always

with a breath of God

• Artist:Haris Alexiou
• Album:Δι' ευχών (1992)