Παιδιά των δρόμων [Pedia ton dromon] [English translation]

Look how it changes fast again

How times change fast again

Who can take a rest

The sky is full of clouds again.

Stairs and cars are running

Our needs are running and we chase them

Into the raindrops

Stand and stare the reticent children of the streets

They are expecting the heavy winter.

And every day, every night

Life aims at our eyes

And a little before it tries to hit us

We wake up alive again.

Whether you are a foreman or a king

A beggar or a prime minister baby

Without faith in the team

Everybody is an orphan

A puppet of death

Broken into pieces and isolated in time.