17-11-1973 .. 41 χρόνια απ την αιματοβαμμένη εξέγερση ... This day that I chose to stand here, in front of you songs and half words to speak in the light How I took such a decision I dont know if I can stand it this day reminds of a bloodshed November was the year and here there were big troubles I was nineteen and she was seventy three And I fell in love with a year and this love remains for a long time But time has its turns she grew up and so did I my friends grew up as well somewhere around forty (years old) They hooked on to political parties and I dont know what to say and others are at their home, for ever The distance has saved us but memories hurt and we say whenever we meet the same things again But I feel like a little kid that was again berated and I leave for a desolate county I look back again I also made two sons seventeen Novembers weighed my back Flags and carnations trade and fake and speeches of officials like a chatter I keep my mouth shut my lips are bleeding and those who let us down let them remain unloved Whores, we didnt finish that is the only thing I tell them the dreams of lovers never blank out
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