τι να θυμηθώ τι να ξεχάσω [Ti Na Thimitho Ti Na Xehaso] [English translation]

When I was a tiny tot

I had to flap my wings to flee my cot

But all I could see was the cold steel of knives flashing

In the City's segregated districts*.

As I was hunted down, early one morning,

I rushed out onto the open street.

Like flames the ground propelled my feet,

While a lonely weariness weighed down on my shoulders.

Bring me some water to quench my thirst

And a stone upon which to rest.

WHAT should I remember, WHAT should I forget,

Of all that I've been through ?

• Artist:Giorgos Dalaras