Τι άλλο φοβάσαι [Ti allo fovasai] [English translation]

I once saw you in the crossing of the eternal hub

at the time of terror and uncanny fear,

to fold, to worry and to be scared

and before the days show themselves, to shut up.

Once more from the same, same roads same circles

barking men, frightened dogs,

mourning mothers, and when to rest a bit

when the distances lengthen inside your memory.

In this way unjudging world-makers stage the present

I am tired of everything valid, they are all provocateurs

who hang up on your fear and make stories

and set up crusaders against the unbelieving

from glutted people, with the same character and posture

who will exterminate, whatever seems bad to them.

So, me, since you are afraid I spit on you

I am searching to become whatever you are afraid of.

I become the grave of an insurgent in Iraq

lament in Palestine

blind man in Bosnia-Herzegovina

hungry indigenous in Mexico

thousand explanations of your fear in the dictionary

monk in Tibet- and aboriginal in Australia

mosque burned from fascists in Italy

volunteer doctor from Habana

and child in Tehran from unmarried mother

killed and unburied teacher in Somalia

hunted Turkish writer in France

oil-worker in Benezuela

and a bloodied shirt in Belfast

Brazilian with 8 bullets in his head in London

what else are you afraid of, tell me, and I will become.

I, who make dreams and have many beautiful things to lose

I make the start- I do not want to make peace.

What else (what else) are you afraid of, tell me, and I will become

(what else are you afraid of, and I will become)

even if I have (the most beautiful things to lose) so many and so beautiful things to lose

(I have so many and so beautiful... to lose?)

And not even for a moment (not for a moment, I'm telling you) don't ask what will happen of me

(don't ask of me, you frightened, don't ask)

it's enough for me (really, enough) that I don't want to make peace (that I'm here, and I want to spoil your comfort- tell me, what else are you afraid of!)

What else (what else?) are you afraid of, tell me (and I will become)

I will become a junkie fighting for salvation

thirsty refugee from Nigeria

turban around a proud head

and knife from african steel

slaughtered girl from her parents in China

and orphan in a favela, dying of hunger

What else are you afraid of, tell me and I will become

Algerian who sees the morning in french ports

eyes that look from mountain passages

uneducated Turk that lives in Gazi

and educated Albanian that scares you

in the wall of shame stencil from Banksy

and your nightmare before it dawns

Tell me what else are you afraid of, and I will become..

• Artist:Active Member
• Album:Blah-blasphemy (2005)