Δραπετσώνα [Drapetsona] [English translation]

Built with blood, every stone and a sorrow

Every nail of his (is) bitterness and a sob

But when we were returning from work at night

I and she, dreams, kisses

The wind and the rain beat it

But it was port and hug and expectetion

Ah, our little house and this one had soul

Take our geranium, take our wreath

In Drapetsona we don’t have soul anymore

Hold my hand and let’s go my star

We will survive even if we are poor

A little bed and a crib in the corner

On the leaking roof stars and birds

Every door sweat and sigh

Every window and a sky

But when the night was coming

In the narrow backstreet the kids were having fun

Ah, our little house and this one had heart

Take our geranium, take our wreath

In Drapetsona we don’t have soul anymore

Hold my hand and let’s go my star

We will survive even if we are poor