Ωδή στον Γεώργιο Καραϊσκάκη [Odi ston Georgio Karaiskaki] [English translation]

The screen is sinking, the crowd goes crazy

Images are being poured at once

Where are you going young man, handsome as a myth

and you are swimming straight away to death

And all the antennas of a beaten land

Loudspeakers and wirelesses from eveywhere

are lulling you sweetly ang you are going up

high, among the kings of the sky

Who am I really and where am I going

with so many images in my mind

Stage lights make me go blind ang I keep going

and I get on my knees and I kiss your blood

Where are you going young man, processions are starting

and your slaves are screaming in your shrine

The crownd is screaming, bells are sounding

and your anthem is shaking the temple

Who am I really and where am I going

with so many images in my mind

Stage lights make me go blind ang I keep going

and I get on my knees and I kiss your blood