Τα κορμιά και τα μαχαίρια [Ta kormia kai ta maheria] [English translation]

The bodies and the knives

the change hands someday,

they leave their scars

which are painful and can't be erased.

Touch me,kiss me,smell me

hide inside me,settle in me,

keep me like an old wine

a body isn't only a hug,

ah,a body isn't only a hug

it's a homeland that will be foreign land.

The birds and the crickets

they sing all these years

and from the shivering

apples are blushing.

The bodies and the knives

I wish not to be at the wrong hands

'cause there will be a murder

and who will take the responsibility.

At the joy of the feast

keep the tambourine high

whoever is hurt knows

the sweetness of the knive.