Ζωή νταλίκα κόκκινη [Zoi dalika kokkini] [English translation]

Life, lorry red

In highways, in highways

Of the world

In Stelios's songs

Gas of the poor

Piss dark love

Many whiskeys inside me

Listen to zeibekiko

Like a prayer

Bitterness, my mommy, the milk

Bitterness our years the liquid

Our factories the big

Our salaries the small

I go away from what I feel

I burned desire alone some night

Mild till I saw you

With a deep wrinkle into the

Foreign parts

I go away from what I feel.

Heavy the years, irons

And fake the sheet metal

Hot dog from the canteen

Miles of façon

Piss dark love

Thessaloniki Athens

Love me today

And at full blast

Bitterness, my mommy, the milk

Bitterness our years the liquid

Our factories the big

Our salaries the small

Our factories the big

Our salaries the small