Στων αγγέλων τα μπουζούκια [Ston aggelon ta bouzoukia] [English translation]

Some night-time friends of ours, called as tramps

and watch us and salute us from the skies

they come in the dark like thieves

they play and feel pain and sing to us

their memories which human mind cannot approach

Let's go to the bouzoukia of angels

which remind the days of Byzantium

throw away your known black dresses

and put in your soul, human voices

At nights some strangers, for years lifetimers

they gospel some songs nowadays holly ones

at heaven's gate like security soldiers

their songs and their touch

sing us their songs and silently cry

Let's go to the bouzoukia of angels

which remind the days of Byzantium

throw away your known black dresses

and put in your soul, human voices

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