Rebetiko

I have no house to come back
Or bed to sleep
I have no street or neighbourhood
To have a walk on First May

The big liar words
Were those you told me with your first milk

But not when snakes have woken up
You wear your old ornaments
And you never cry, my motherland, Greece
That you have sold your children as slaves

The big liar words
Were those you told me with your first milk

But then when I talked to your destiny
You had got dressed with your old fineries
And in the bazaar you took me like a monkey, gipsy woman
Greece, Greece, sorrow mother

The big liar words
Were those you told me with your first milk

But now that fire flares up again
You look at your old beautiesε
And on the world’s arenas, my motherland, Greece
You’re always carting the same lie

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