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Defeat of modern times
02:47
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Tired of awaiting, assimilating, and nothing on this world was earned just from begging.
Total defeat,
deprived of the looks on tomorrow,
total defeat,
a derisive aspect of happiness.
And the crowds gather yearning,
still yearning.
Lead us astray,
I see now the options are given in blindfolded minds,
a grip of delusion, a grip of deceit,
and despondently now we turn at each other.
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Κι ήθελε ακόμη
04:12
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(Greek poem by M. Anagnostakis)
Κι ήθελε ακόμη πολύ φως να ξημερώσει,
όμως εγώ δεν παραδέχτηκα την ήττα,
έβλεπα τώρα πόσα κρυμμένα τιμαλφή έπρεπε να σώσω,
πόσες φωλιές νερού να συντηρήσω μέσα στις φλόγες.
Μιλάτε, δείχνετε πληγές αλλόφρονες στους δρόμους,
τον πανικό που στραγγαλίζει την καρδιά σας σα σημαία
καρφώσατε σ’ εξώστες,
με σπουδή φορτώσατε το εμπόρευμα,
η πρόγνωσίς σας ασφαλής: θα πέσει η πόλις.
Εκεί, προσεχτικά, σε μια γωνιά, μαζεύω με τάξη,
φράζω με σύνεση το τελευταίο μου φυλάκιο.
Κρεμώ κομμένα χέρια στους τοίχους,
στολίζω με τα κομμένα κρανία τα παράθυρα,
πλέκω με κομμένα μαλλιά το δίχτυ μου και περιμένω.
Όρθιος και μόνος σαν και πρώτα περιμένω.
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Αδιέξοδα τρόμου
02:20
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Άλλη μια νύχτα που οι δαίμονες στήσαν χορό,
δεσμώτης, ξανά, της ντροπής,
κλείσε τα μάτια, να βλέπω άλλο πια δεν μπορώ,
το φόβο σε μια ζεστή αγκαλιά.
Κι ένας υπόκωφος ήχος με παγώνει ξανά, είναι ο ενδόμυχος τρόμος που ξαγρυπνά.
Πόσες φορές θα διώξω τη θλίψη μου;
Πόσες φορές στον πόνο θα σβήσω;
Πόσες φορές θα με δεις να δακρύζω;
Πόσες φορες θα βυθιστώ;
Dead-ends of horror
Another night and the demons are dancing
Bound by shame again
Close your eyes, I can't see anymore
The fear in a warm hug
And I'm frozen by a deep sound
It's the innermost horror that awakens
How many times will I kick out my sorrow?
How many times will I fade into pain?
How many times will you see my crying?
How many times will I sink?
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4. |
Looks of disdain
03:33
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A taste of consent,
so spiteful and full of disdain,
like vultures that spare our dead bodies and wait.
With our hands extended,
we beg for a face that can fit,
yet still we storm out to reclaim the nights.
Reclaim the nights!
Burnt to the ground,
our broken hopes declare our war,
ascension
of dreams that survive when all life ends.
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Western syphilization
03:45
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One after one we crawl,
left out and stripped of hope,
until these dismal fields become a new-born home.
With breeding filth among us
and acid rain upon us,
grip tight this dormant will.
Stay out!
Unyielding!
Thrive on
this sterile piece of ground.
Still we wait, deceived by
the appeal of a light now fading.
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