Πόσο ακόμα [Poso akoma] [English translation]

How much more wil you return to those hangouts that have embittered you

My restless street urchin when will you find a harbour, so much shame is not enough

Since the ruse has failed,this stroll has filled with secrets

Lies, futile entaglements, fake coddlings,

And golden crowns made of paper

The whole Earth has filled with crags and ravines

make everything tonight seem like a celebration

A Celebration and a feast, don't do a favour

for those who want to drink all the pollen in the world

Silence seems like cowardice but the voices, listen to them, have become quaint

and the more you remain like this you will allways be a stain on a suit

and on their paper a scribble, you spin like a teetotum(top)!

So change your attitude, strike the iron while it's hot

Lets go together again ,my friend, start from nothing

Our comfort and their comfort finally to disturb

so that the universe changes its course

Tell every version to fuck off

that wants you to sleep with no guilt

To fuck off that is a start

For the night to become day, the string to become a ball of string

Beasts that frighten you in your sleep

Your life now is a melting candle

You leave a sign to find your footsteps

A precipice in front of you, a leap and goodbye

Your figure seems nonexistant to me

And a frightened dog that has made a mess

You sleep and you awaken but your soul

is tied to a bed with ropes

How much more wil you return to those hangouts that have embittered you

My restless street urchin go find a harbour so no shame reaches you

We will make a law so that godfathers and cops cease to chase you

Look its enough for one clear glance from you for a subversion to take place

Stop blaming everything on your bad upbringing

And becoming chewed food for the beasts

Become a turn, my friend, in their straight line

Don't become easy prey,and its a difficulty

for those who want to see you falling with ease

It shows cowardice indifference and fanatisism is their sponsor

They don't dig(like)it for you to be the master of your own mind

But you would be a general in your own military service

And God's realtor in your little parish

And this is the veridict, you are guilty, innocent the beasts

That is why don't put that somnolence in your blood

That brings inaction, you will always be the child that does mischief....

• Artist:Stavento
• Album:Γρίφος - 2006