Φύλακας Άγγελος [Filakas Aggelos] [English translation]

I don't care where you came from

We're also passers by

I'll go up in the skies and say the same things

I bet you'll be there as well

I don't care who sent you, what do you want?

Nor if you're from another planet

We owe sadness and happiness

To a punk Guardian Angel

I've seen you at the weirdest and most beautiful places

Wherever I was holding a microphone you were there

With a cigarette or a glass on your hand

Somewhere deep, away from the scene

I saw you in Winter, on a tight worm place

and in Summer on some island

I saw you in a stadium on some small village

And in Athens in a big club

I saw you somewhere else, with many people packed together

And in a place with a few people around

I've seen you laughing, and angry at other times

And I liked it - word

I've heard you singing out loud and screaming

Breaking everything around you

I've seen you watching carefully

We've spoken so many times through our eyes

I've seen you patting my back and leaving

Some tears coming to your eyes and bowing your head

I was searching for you in the light, but you stay away from it as well

At the beginning I thought that you were also hiding something

Many went crazy for you

They thought you were some lost person or a cop

Now I know wherever Low Bap happens to be

Has a punk Guardian Angel

I don't care where you came from

We're also passers by

I'll go up in the skies and say the same things

I bet you'll be there as well

I don't care who sent you, what do you want?

Nor if you're from another planet

We owe sadness and happiness

To a punk Guardian Angel

I haven't seen you wanting to be heard above the rest

But I'm guessing you're good with words

You don't get mad without a reason and if you get

Then you cool down again and touch the wall

I'm suspecting which song you enjoy

And I feel you always listen to "Oneirologio" 1

Great, another crazy journeyman

That his life is a Low Bap journey

There are friends that never pay

While you probably pay for a ticket

There are these guys that had no honour

Tell me, which torture you'd pick for them?

There are some others, not so tired

Remind me of kids in the class

In the front rows there are the good ones, the ones who read

And behind the ones that are somewhere else and also the cool ones

They told me that when times were hard you were asking about me

I laughed, my soul was happy

I told them to find you but your trails were missing

Someone told them that the punk went missing

But I know, the next time

When I'll search, from the stage, on a corner

On the last row I bet that you'll be there once again

I don't care where you came from

We're also passers by

I'll go up in the skies and say the same things

I bet you'll be there as well

I don't care who sent you, what do you want?

Nor if you're from another planet

We owe sadness and happiness

To a punk Guardian Angel

1. Another song of the same group

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