Homeland from Cardboard
In the end of street in 'cardboard
Sleeps Paris and Helen is cold
In his body has instead of sheet
Newspaper but the cold bites
In the end of street their horns dirty reasons
Strike electricity the eyes they break
In the end of street in night the door
In anymore lot you will sell me
Homeless be but Star in the news
In 'cardboard if it should I live
without sound I can speak
For anymore homeland you speak to me
After also caste you have sold him
After in Tria the light you have extinguished
For this homeland to me you will speak
In the end of street in night the door
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My Small Sun - Sakis Athanasiadis New Lyrics 2011- Grecce
With a Vespa in Prespa
ou said to me we go interruptions
the heat to us it will eat
This year we find ways
That few have it goes
Helmets rucksacks and remaining
Behind the city empty Thessalonica-Edessa
Coffee in the lake Agra
Attitude in Florina again
And the heat has left
Now begin the turns
In the forest the peacefulness
With a Vespa in Prespa
As birds…
With a Vespa in Prespa
Embrace…
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