Κουρσάρος [Koursaros] [English translation]

A pirate of the asphalt,

A motorcycle as a ship,

A plastic jacket as a flag

At 18 you cut the brake lines,

You're travelling into new journeys

You wander around always high,

Your whole world is only a 1000cc's

You're angry,

You're tired

You don't give a damn about life

You were born to commit some murder

Surrounded by a lot of people

You're not afraid of them, they don't love you

Life goes by incognito

But you're scared,

You're scared to go to sleep

And so you start on another journey again

Your finger is frozen on the brake

A drop of blood on your jacket

Next to your 1000,

To your 1000cc's,

Next to your 1000cc's

All alone at daybreak,

On the boulevard at daybreak

And you're waiting for an ambulance

You've been dead since 3:10