The dawn is rising on your blue mattress
I woke up wasted but I still love you
Pour some merry poison for the celebration,
WIth half a glass of gin and some absinthe
With grey chords and a la minore,
I whistle fast tunes of zeibekika to you1
Like a guy that's selling lottery tickets,
On the corner of Patision and Paramithiou2
I want to play a game with the grim reaper today
To become broke in the casino of your heart
To be united with all the scum of the earth
To have a taste of all the roses and their thorns
With grey chords and a la minore,
I whistle fast tunes of zeibekika to you
Like a guy that's selling lottery tickets,
On the corner of Patision and Paramithiou
With grey chords and a la minore,
I whistle fast tunes of zeibekika to you
Like a guy that's selling lottery tickets,
On the corner of Patision and Paramithiou
Like a guy that's selling lottery tickets,
On the corner of Patision and Paramithiou
1. Zeibekiko is a dance2. Streets in Athens