Fire to the rabid assassins of the state
Fire to the riot police’s helmets, it’s a party
This is how the streets should respond
No tolerance for Nazis in uniform
Who always abuse those who are different
Beat up women refugees who fought for days on the water
The same cops who have the audacity to invade squats
Before they accuse us for the cocktails, throw them the evidence
Amid the processions in the scorching night
The cobblestones and cocktails are like shooting stars
We will dance under their whistling bullets
To the rhythm of their howling sirens
To our brothers and sisters, to our dreams and fears
To the sap, to our hearts, to the strike, to resentment
To our walls, to our marker pens, to a rowdy future
To our laughter, to our tears, to ravishing smiles
To test them, to challenge them, radical mindset
In the burning streets, war cries on the barricade
Freedom and life, blood mixed with tears
Under our balaclavas our eyes are full of rage
We are the 500 euros generation
Now immigrants abroad
The generation of Alexis, Pavlos and Zackie
This is why our resistance is a necessity
We are fed up with Beous and Bogdanous in the media
The epidemic excuses police operations to “clean up” the immigrants
Sneaky attacks against houses of struggle
Against any people counteraction
They know our counterattacks well
We never lower our heads
from Athens to Toulouse, we see eye-to-eye
1312, we’ll meet at the barricade
I’ve been quirky since I was 10
Many say that I neglect myself
I am just like you, all their interests depress me
They’re about navels on the beach, careers, trendy fads
Smash into the crowd, adapt or go into exile
Many complain but few come to the barricade
They plead for the vote, then are betrayed but do not protest
High up, the message is received
They know that memories get erased when TV screens are turned off
To test them, to challenge them, radical mindset
In the burning streets, war cries on the barricade
Freedom and life, blood mixed with tears
Under our balaclavas our eyes are full of rage