Δι' ευχών [Di' efchón] [English translation]

Hawks are flying from the nests

To witness the picture of our fearful life

like the ancient sinners

who were never embraced and never found a hideout.

Under the sickened rain

on the highways of the freezer trucks

The soul's black oil

isn't burning for something that seems a blessing

By the wishes of our patron saints

in the temples of the great laments

By the wishes of the saints of the earth

of a visible and hidden wound

By the wishes of the saints you cry to

that you are able to say I love you

By the wishes of the saints forevermore

with a Divine breath

I glance upon the sun from the mountain

and the dynamite of my soul shatters the rock

Where to am I going

in the five meters of the worldwide common sense

Carved with the initials

name and blood and race and ancient walls

and with a package, in greek

dear world, I shall write my prophecies with the nails.

By the wishes of our patron saints

in the temples of the great laments

By the wishes of the saints of the earth

of a visible and hidden wound

By the wishes of the saints you cry to

that you are able to say I love you

By the wishes of the saints forevermore

with a breath Divine