Μες την ζωή δρόμοι ανοίγονται σωρό
κι όποιον γουστάρεις τον τραβάς κι όπου σε βγάλει.
Μα είναι κι ένα μονοπάτι πονηρό
που πάει ντουγρού στην κατηφόρα την μεγάλη.

he was told he would make it, papou don't see the end
they told him to take a ticket
say a goodbye to friends
he kissed his mama sweetness
before he left for egypt
his mamma my papa's papa's papa's mama
it's deep shit…

so deep I hardly speak it.
a little fear in pockets, a little silver locket
a lot of tears up in them sockets

those diamonds from the eye
aligning stars upon the night
and frightened by the lonely light
that's shining through the smoked horizon

Alexandria was only just the first stop
from Egypt came a month at sea sent like mail to a postbox
like a letter with no envelope just enveloped by the rain
the tears of ink drain
replaced the canvas on the frame.

they landed on the island
no welcome note or hug
the sky as grey as Melbourne
the earth as red as blood

metanastes on the ocean
bags packed for the night
a night turned into life
I return to make it right.

I throw my luck upon the ground so that she can feel the earth
I give her thorns to wear -it hurts, so we remember birth
I wrap her body up in flames - just to drop her in the sea
luck and me
we argue over memories.

They walked from village morning
for days to get to boat
they left from olive trees,
in puffs of shisha smoke

the place from which they came
dangerous because of snakes
until they brought the deer
and they became the symbol of the state.

Italians colonised,
and the Turks they'd been there too
crusaders build cities on cities of the ancient few..

and so when my people would left
never to return
they sing them songs of magnets
that pull them on the search…

and so my greatest great
'lucky country' cutting trees
man to man
like he was slicing nationalities.

in a country of animals he had never seen
the snakes found him and pulled my Bapou to his knees…

Θα της τυλίξω με φλόγες όλο το κορμί,
για να ’μαι μόνος ξανά στην κακιά την στιγμή.

Θα την πετάξω στο χώμα να νοιώσει την γη,
θα της φορέσω αγκάθια πάνω στην πληγή,
θα της τυλίξω με φλόγες όλο το κορμί,
για να ’μαι μόνος ξανά στην κακιά την στιγμή.