Το Μαχαίρι [To Mahairi] [English translation]

Always I have with me, a thing tied in my belt.

It's a little African old knife

Like these who use

to play the gangsters and the droogs

An old man gave it to me, a vender from

Algerie

I can still remember the old man, staring at me

He looked like a Goya's painting

Standing next to swords and damaged uniforms,

He said to me in a raucous voice

The story I'm going to tell:

"This knife my friend that you, would surely want to have

Is born out of strange stories and legends,

And everyone knows that everyone who touched it,

All of them have killed a person of their own.

Don Basilio killed with that the poor Donna Julia,

His pretty wife cause she was cheating on him.

Conte Antonio one night, walking with his own brother

He stabbed him in the back with this rusty knife.

An Arab his young girlfriend killed because he was jealous

And an Italian sailorman he sliced his Greek friend's throat

Hand to hand it passed, it came into my own hands

I've seen such a horrible things but that makes me scared

Look at it, it's carved on it a blazon and an anchor.

Hold it tight it's pretty light, easy to play around

But I would recommend to buy something else. "

-Please tell me, how much is that? Ok if you want it take it.

A dagger always have, tied in my belt

The filthy whim made me want it to be mine.

And since I don't have anyone in this world to hate,

I'm so scared that one day will stab myself with that...