ΤΟ ΧΑΡΤΙΝΟ ΒΑΣΙΛΕΙΟ [TO KHARTINO VASILIO] [English translation]

I write since I was a kid ... But this life hasn't a room for artists ,they said.

The only thing I asked for was to write one last story,

but till I finish ,it was already late

and they wear to me the suit before I even read it

This story is about, princes, for dead princesses , for witches and ghosts

But this story is true allover, because is a story for winners and losers...

A story for the young and the older...

There's no more difficult introduction than the introduction of the anthology's loss.

So, in short...

Welcome my friends in the Paper Kingdom

and as for our story relax,

we will get in to the point..

Sit comfortably

And don't thik about the crossbar, and were it leans

Enjoy an ice pop or a pop corn

Enjoy the show

Enjoy your few days that you have left...

My dear, dont be mad that

I take you to civil places , dress well

Tonight we are invited to the palace's yard

to see from near the king and the queen

When we go in the dance

Observe no one brought a gift

Everyone came with the deceit

that only they deserve the king's throne

but he knows well ,that all the place belongs to him

That everyone works for him in these walls

Because the crowds has inside them the king

He rubs his hands , full tables

the band makes him sad, but the mask's hiding it

the prince wants to open the eyes of the people

but no one does

No one sees his face

He shows it slightly

I hoped to talk to you, but see

Speak of the devil!

Queen comes down

Silent around, no one's speak

The musicians are standing still

One the one hand, everyone speachless, some whispers dispersed

from the guests who passionately support that

only her ribbons and jewelries she wears

have made her to be so sought after

Ah, there the idiots!

All the people who were against her one inexorably time

And so immorally they scream that she has to leave

but see how she goes and discuss with everyone

and when she tone down she leave a sweet taste on the lips

and she straighten her shoulders

She moves forward erotically in the middle of the danceroom

She excites the people's eyes that clap

and she look toward the throne of the king and she ask

from the band to play for them an ambiguity

behind the mask that broke

Ego and Insecurity are dancing

Are that my shelfs? No, these are hills

and the white in my paper, is the walls from the castle

and the notebook ,the garden of the king

a kingdom that I had a long time to visit.....

And I stand before I go through the gate....

In the gate a crow playing flute welcomes me

and children obey the end, but the one it plays is simple

and I have listened it somewhere I think

My bother were lulling me with this, but it was a long time since...

Αnd at night in the tavern they throw a dance

The lords say in their songs for the gold

and out of the door some people, say other words in the streets, but in the same beat

And when the lords come out they shut their mouths

Because if they dont earn money , the others will get hungry

Because of this they say for the boss, but also for the authentic

till the morning comes

and in the stable of the lord they come for their share

While other preserve the same mistake, from the other hand

they deliver passionate speeches for the moil

with the same coin ,per head, but again

a rope to stand always needs two to pull it

And at night, the reptiles screams while incubate the eggs

that they make their descendants , that look like them

that give born to same creatures

and change skin when they are hungry

And these aren't secrets

But in my exile I experienced so much that I maybe lost

All the people I knew around here are ghosts now

Τell the news that I came back

And I've turn my hate into noose...

The end has come (x3)

And if they ask you who told you this say:

Princes for one use! (x4)