Τα Λαδάδικα [Ta Ladadika] [English translation]

They talk about you without why and not unfairly

As you’re sleeping in the narrow old ‘’*****houses’’

You have fame and for this you aren’t in prison

You live in the dark with immorality but you don’t swear

You shine in the red satins which cover you

White and enemies smokes swallow you

You stay awake in cobbled roads and wet pavements

In the paid door of paradise

I give so many, how many do you want

In the ‘’*****houses’’ sell what you want

Every room (is) cell

With a heavy brave breath

Thousands of lost solitudes got together with you

Ships went away but before they leave they whistled for you

How many boys did they come to find their virility

And they gave to you cowardly their money

I give so many, how many do you want

In the ‘’*****houses’’ sell what you want

Every room (is) cell

With a heavy brave breath

• Artist:Dimitris Mitropanos
• Album:Παρέα μ' έναν ήλιο - 1994