Το ζητιανάκι [To zitianáki] [English translation]

I picked up something to eat at home

and I saw a ten-year-old tramp at the traffic lights.

He had black eyes, they seemed like a black cloud.

Perhaps baby Jesus might have looked the same

I gave him two euros, the change of an affair

"Best wishes, big guy", he told me , "go on and sing

the rest of the love songs you were left with ".

The civilization spat and yappies sprout.

The dark little boy was licking the windows.

Two euros was all your love worth and I was the beggar.

Out of the blue I turbocharge the speakers,

my guts where trembling after this hooliganism.

I have been so mad at you since Tuesday when you told me

" Love affairs as years go by, become sorrows

they get a glimpse of happiness in their daily routine

they get dressed up on Sunday nights"

Oh, Prison-like world! Oh black Sunday!

Oh, Prison-like world! Oh black Sunday!

The children were playing outside, they were mourning all together.

In the bag the food was getting cold

I was angry that I stayed and I no longer had found a solution.

If you loved me a little,i would have stopped the traffic

This beggar loved me more than you ever did

even though he was cleaning car windows in Katehaki-street since morning.

I threw the meal to the dog and I was furious

He loved me more than you ever did, and you were gone for ever.

The knot inside my throat was soon enough untied

The radios were yelling about economy

and i bursted into tears, oh my Jesus, oh Virgin Mary

knowning that Obama carried on his shoulders the whole humankind

Oh, Prison-like world! Oh black Sunday!

Oh, Prison-like world! Oh black Sunday!

I have been so mad at you since Tuesday when you told me

" Love affairs as years go by, become sorrows

they get a glimpse of happiness in their daily routine

they get dressed up on Sunday nights"

This beggar loved me more than you ever did

even though he was cleaning car windows in Katehaki-street since morning.

I threw the meal to the dog and I was furious

He loved me more than you ever did, and you were gone for ever.

Oh, Prison-like world! Oh black Sunday!

Oh, Prison-like world! Oh black Sunday!