Με Το Ζερβό [Me to zervo] [English translation]

I was born and I went to school during the Junta*

With teachers and priests who were like communicating vessels

Shrouded souls, huge shadows

In the anthills of the immortal nation

Mass production, local meat on hooks

But we were protected by banished angels

Knobs on our child hands because of the teacher's beating

who manifested hatred to his enemy and pride to his friend

Writing with the left hand would leave wounds

Confessions to collaborating priests and incenses

The little boy scouts with the blue pants

Became cops who broke out in refugee houses

It's all the same, grandpa, even though they have changed their look;

A big shame on the frightful edge of the sword

Which will never manage to cut stars (2)

No matter how many heads, tongues and hands it cuts (1)

Everything is here, grandpa, they follow the same circle

They are miserably tricked into thinking that they will never die

A communal thought, buried in a branded place

so the ground that you are in is not fertile

"Make me", I had told you, "a big storm

So that I will drown everyone into their own rottenness"

I told you to make me a dragon

So that I would protect you from the fascists, only I.

I have always been asking you to make a black and white coat

for me to wear with the leaves of the "Dawn"*

"Grandpa, teach me", I was telling you, "so that I will make them mad,

how to write with the left hand"

Everything is the same, mister Miki*, the frightened people laugh in the same way

The lethargy is the same, the deceived ones are the same as well

In the same way and easily nothing changes its colour

Time sews the selvages with the same words

The first victims go to the ground to become fertilizer

The cunning ones are alive, the time is embalmed

The neighbours listen to your voice in the same way

I would forget everything I have been up to in order to drink some wine with you.

They go and stand where they have thrown up

They don't resist, they accept everything, the same snakes crawl

The naughty ones and the refugees are excommunicated

by the greedy, neurotic indigenous ones

The same as you left it, grandpa, tight and smothering

The same marriage match, the same extenuations

The eyes are turned towards divergent cyclones

Rotten centuries with ancient columns as brackets

Crazy winters, and this race, the weirdest of them all

Does the same ironic and heavy grimace

- Ostensibly astute - I see it and you saw it when it was a child

I am looking for what you were looking for; a scarlet land

"Make me", I had told you, "a big storm

So that I will drown everyone into their own rottenness"

I told you to make me a dragon

I have always been asking you to make a black and white coat

for me to wear with the leaves of the "Dawn"*

"Grandpa, teach me", I was telling you, "so that I will make them mad,

how to write with the left hand"

• Artist:Active Member
• Album:Ap'to Megalo Kolpo