Στο τέλος του μήνα
Δε θα'χω να ταΐσω
Τα παιδιά μου
Με θεωρούν παράλογο
Γιατί ν' αγωνιστώ
Σ' ένα σαθρό κόσμο
Μ' ένα κατεστημένο
Που τρίβει τα χέρια
Να επωφελείται ακόμα
Κι από τη χρήση του
ύστατου όπλου μου
Αισθάνομαι αδύναμος
Κι απροσάρμοστος
Ακόμα κι εσύ μ' έφτυσες
Κατάμουτρα' ποτέ
Δεν πίστεψες στις
Αγαθές μου προθέσεις
Όμως εκεί πίσω πίσω
Τα μάτια ενός Νέου
Με κοιτάνε με μια
Σπίθα ελπίδας
Κι εγώ ο αδύναμος κρίκος
Ο προδότης για πολλούς
Γεννήθηκα για ν ' αγωνίζομαι
Και να συντηρώ τέτοιες σπίθες
Γι' αυτό τολμώ να λέω ακόμη
Τέτοιος αγώνας αξίζει...
At the end of the month
I won't have enough money to feed
My children
Everyone abandoned me
They believe I'm insane
because I'll fight
In a rotten world
With a political establishment
Rubbing hands
Taking advantage even
when I use
My ultimate weapon
I feel weak
and misfit
Even you spat on
my face You
Never believed in
My benevolent intentions
However back there behind
The eyes of a Young person
Are staring at me with a
New spark of hope
And I the weakest link
The traitor for many
I was born to struggle
And maintain such sparks
So I dare to say still
Such a struggle is worth ...
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At the end of the month
I won't have enough money to feed
My children
Everyone abandoned me
They believe I'm insane
because I'll fight
In a rotten world
With a political establishment
Rubbing hands
Taking advantage even
when I use
My ultimate weapon
I feel weak
and misfit
Even you spat on
my face You
Never believed in
My benevolent intentions
However back there behind
The eyes of a Young person
Are staring at me with a
New spark of hope
And I the weakest link
The traitor for many
I was born to struggle
And maintain such sparks
So I dare to say still
Such a struggle is worth ...
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