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Same prayers

Every night on my knees
Every night the same prayers
Not to forget where I'm coming from
Not to forget what I was saying yesterday
To remember who were with me
Who opened for me the road that I came from
To always be loved by my people
To not end up being a liar to all these things that I said, and
 
I don't care about how many people will come on my next concert
10 assholes1will come to my wedding, 30000 will be crying at my funeral
I see each white paper of mine as a bank, because there's where I deposit my soul
So much food for thought that your brains should be fatter, and
Summers at Simo's place, winter's at Parnonas, hiding places in both sand and snow
Whatever these assholes2 do this year, I'll do the opposite, look
The guys around ask me 'How you fucked them up this year Giannare'
If they listened to 'KIX' and they had some honour, none of them would rap again
They gave me no space but I found the way and entered their house
They never heard my raps, now they like them because they're doing well
If I place them in my shoes tomorrow morning, they won't make in until noon
If they hold my microphone on the scene, their hand will break
And the words are rough, kids from the weirdest places are singing alongside us
But if they ask my mom who Anser is, you'll see that she won't know the answer
Back then I was a kid in a deaf country, I was recording our truth naked
May our tall mountains and the people that come to our houses be proud
 
Every night on my knees
Every night the same prayers
Not to forget where I'm coming from
Not to forget what I was saying yesterday
To remember who were with me
Who opened for me the road that I came from
To always be loved by my people
To not end up being a liar to all these things that I said, and
 
Every night on my knees
Every night the same prayers
Not to forget where I'm coming from
Not to forget what I was saying yesterday
To remember who were with me
Who opened for me the road that I came from
To always be loved by my people
To not end up being a liar to all these things that I said, and
 
So much money have passed through my hands, but I was penniless during my most beautiful nights
I've lost two houses3 in poka4 and I still haven't been homeless, I said
I said 'I love you' a few times, I said 'fuck you' many more
But no matter which of the two I said, I felt it inside me and I meant it equally, let's go
I would, I would shoot them with a gun but I feel that I aim better with words
Because they haven't yet invented bulletproof vests for the people's brains
All the times I put them down with my naked hands, I saw them getting back up
With scars from the words I said, the years pass and they won't heal
And I'm afraid of becoming mainstream, I'm afraid of doing the things we mocked
That the sirens5 will lure us and we'll forget the ones we loved
And I'm afraid of the day that I'll write the things that they like
That I won't listen to my inner self and I'll record what the numbers6tell me to
And, and I'm afraid of a night that I'll have to go up to the scene
The microphone to have spikes and down in the crowd you not being there
And, I don't wanna find out, I don't wanna know, I don't even wanna imagine it
To have lived through happiness and not have close people to share it with, and
 
Every night on my knees
Every night the same prayers
Not to forget where I'm coming from
Not to forget what I was saying yesterday
To remember who were with me
Who opened for me the road that I came from
To always be loved by my people
To not end up being a liar to all these things that I said, and
 
Every night on my knees
Every night the same prayers
Not to forget where I'm coming from
Not to forget what I was saying yesterday
To remember who were with me
Who opened for me the road that I came from
To always be loved by my people
To not end up being a liar to all these things that I said, and
 
Every night on my knees
Every night the same prayers
Not to forget where I'm coming from
Not to forget what I was saying yesterday
To remember who were with me
Who opened for me the road that I came from
To always be loved by my people
To not end up being a liar to all these things that I said, and
 
  • 1. Positive meaning
  • 2. Bad meaning
  • 3. The amount of money required to buy two houses
  • 4. Greek variant of poker, has 32 different game set-ups
  • 5. Mythology
  • 6. Sales


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01.02.2025

Doctor Faust





Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
 


01.02.2025

On board of the Aspasia





You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
 

Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
 

One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
 

Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
 


01.02.2025

Gramophonomaniac





In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
 

And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
 

Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
 

And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
 

As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
 

And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
 


singable
01.02.2025

At the End of the Park





When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
 

I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
 

It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
 

Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
 

If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
 

I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
 

You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
 

(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...