Στη συγκέντρωση της ΕΦΕΕ [Sti singéndrosi tis EFEE] [English translation]

The square was full of the the meaning that the fires seem to have.

At the corners, in the streets, full of comrades, workers, students

And you shining in the middle of the crowd,

and you were, my light, a dark red flake in a fiesta

A fiesta i've never seen before in my humble life.

The square was empty and crazy as i was from the love bites, like a dog

with my protest slogans torn, i am poured into love for you

I'm looking for you in the lecture hall, in the hallways and in the streets,

asking for information and material

To light up the reasons for my longing,

The square is full and something from your face still survives

in the fight of the comrade, in the agony of this country for life,

in the children and the workers, the civilians, the soldiers,

in the signs and in the sound of the trigger

The protest is on fire and everything becomes apparent.