Reflections of red and blue in our neighborhoods
State prepares our nooses
Cops evacuate our squares, our spaces and our high schools
But they will be haunted by our screams
Children of crisis, with leg pain and depression
With evictions, summonses and dismissals
Brokes with consciences that spit on give ups and poisons
The first drops of the storm
I went to steal alcohol
And I wandered all night long until I felt dizzy
Arson according to expert reports
Their bars and prisons will burn to ashes
We hate orders, courts and their rules,
Their models and stories
Even when nothing remains under the tear gas
We will never be silent even with blood in our mouths
We are all illegals and delinquents
Trying to catch their breath from the crevices
That’s why the resistance against the murderers is flourishing
That’s why we still resist against the DELTA forces
Struggles are my friend’s homeland
They draw their future with ashes from Moria
Damascus – Aegean – Hotspot – Athens – Central Square of Victoria
We carry stories and thorns in our feet
In the midst of cities, in our cement forests
I see souls going astray and gazes drifting in silence
Students courting their drug dealer
While twelve year old kids worry about their crying mother
I saw management make their choices, employees lose their jobs
The CEO receives a bonus, workers end up homeless
I saw fathers break down, spin out of control
I saw them try to stifle our cries
I saw what one shouldn’t see when you linger late at night
I dodged pitfalls, heroin and crack in the halls
I saw lost souls, junkies, changed friends stuck on ketamine
We hated the blue color of the sea and the green color of cedar
From their uniforms and the cop cars of the centre
They follow us, they listen to our cell phones
They are asking for our papers , they are afraid of our smiles
We hated the blue color of the sea and the green color of cedar
From their uniforms and the cop cars of the centre
They follow us, they listen to our cell phones
But they do not catch a word of what our tears say