Τα Λαδάδικα [Ta Ladadika] [English translation]

You’re discussed without whys and that’s not unjust

as you sleep in narrow erstwhile oileries

You became a rumour thence you can’t be confined

You live in darkness neatly but without promises

You shine in the red satin (clothes) that wrap you

swallowed by white and heavy fumes

You stay all night in cobblestone back-streets

by the gate of a hired paradise

This is my offer, how much do you want?

In the oileries* they sell what you’re asking for.

Every room a cell

(filled) with lads’ heavy gasps

Countless hopeless solitudes visited you

Ships left but before they did they horned at you

So many children came to find their manhood

and they timidly handed you their pocket money over

This is my offer, how much do you want?

In the oileries they sell what you’re asking for.

Every room a cell

with lads’ heavy gasps