Το τραγούδι μου [To tragoudi mou] [English translation]

My big loves, my memory doesn’t help me,

I forgot a lot, but not these that,

These that I have lived, the house in which I grew up,

My first loves and the friends I have fought with.

I was little, my actions were big,

Big as big was my teacher’s stick which

Was burning my fingers in my hands

Marks like these which I have left in the places where

I was playing with friends who they didn’t have names

And I was soiling my clothes with blood and dirt.

I was returning to my house and my mother used to hit me,

And my excused [*01] grandfather was looking secretly,

When I had to read my thought was running elsewhere, [*02]

My favourite word, I remember, was game

This and many others that my old man (father) taught me

Every time he was mad or he was by my side

I remember, I remember.

And my song, I’ll sing it for you

That you cry continuously over a separation

With tear I paid the dream as well

But I never stopped to sing not even for a moment.

Yes then, I never stopped, I only wrote songs

I unburied moments, I erased, my friend, events

And the moment has come, for some I was justified

And for others that I wasn’t responsible, I was charged.

I paid the price from the beginning

I found myself facing the entire hip hop movement

Cause I was the one who dared something different

With my own style, a little bit more from Piraeus

I don’t resist, I just live in another dimension

I’ve chosen role and script in the show,

Resurrection to me, to my paper and to the pen

And all the things that hurt us, passed, forgotten

I bend the head, again alone again,

I feel susceptible again and I drink from the bottle

The breaths drip again from the lips

I’m alone again in front of the heart’s gate

I remember, I remember, I remember…

And my song, I’ll sing it for you

That you cry continuously over a separation

With tear I paid the dream as well

But I never stopped to sing not even for a moment.

• Artist:Goin' Through
• Album:Vendetta (2006)