Τραγούδα και γέλα [Tragoúdha kai yéla] [English translation]

Is there a place for our young life to take a rest?

Is there a place for their morality to nest?

Are there colours that stand out in black?

And if you know any, show me the track.

I' m at a loss and sundered in four

parts of this world forgotten and filled up with lore.

Some are old and some die at birth.

There's one inside me you, too. I'm matrix of both!

All drowned in blood and saved by lies,

wound on a spool with golden thread and thousand ties,

drunken without having taken a draught

to a sacred cause they sung and laughed.

For this I tell you, come! Take all sublime in life

to fight back the times, sing and laugh.

Talk to the feared ones look them straight in the eyes,

shut your ears, and stay away from haunted cries.

If you still smell blood from many parts of this world

make it a song, sing it for those who know the words,

will find a match and a secret hideaway

when their soul weighs down with decay.

Our destiny quails while we sing to it songs

and if we dare put flowers on our very gravestones.

Stupid angels I 'll never cease to holler

my black demons I stole your colour.

Naked kings, naked prophets entice

almighty gods to let them once again sacrifice.

And we - the tramps - all round this world

make up a spell, and if it never works

we wouldn't care -say it's a folly, a gaffe

come along you can make it - sing and laugh

for those proud ones who unjustly went by

I 'm always on the side of those who die.

For Palestine - sing and laugh

For the valley - sing and laugh

For the Balkans - sing and laugh

For Cyprus - sing and laugh

For Genova - sing and laugh

For Seattle - sing and laugh

For the white cells - sing and laugh

For the dead - sing and laugh

For Markos - sing and laugh

For Gandhi - sing and laugh

For Martin Luther King - sing and laugh

For Allenheads- sing and laugh

For Martin Luther King - sing and laugh

For our enemy - sing and laugh

For our murderer - sing and laugh

For our dream - sing and laugh

Sing to the children with the cruciform hands

sing to the women with the coal black bands

sing to those who dig the earth with their sweat

and to those who laugh away their iry fret

Sing to the dreams that never found their way

and to the heroes that died before betraying

for all that human mind can not surmise

barbed wire horizons and skies.

Sing and the imposible will all at once retire

sing earth, wind, water and fire.

Instead of crying laugh on life's behalf

for me and for you sing on and laugh.

• Artist:Active Member