ΘΡΗΝΟΣ ΒΑΡΥΣ EΠΕΦΤΕΙ
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\r\nΔΡΟΜΟ ΜΑΚΡΥ ΔΙΑΛΕΓΕΙ
\r\nThe frozen wind I feared , a song of laugh and tear
\r\nMy single son was singing the beauty of this living
\r\nA lament cleaved the air, the sole request of bier
\r\nMy single son was crying, life was too short to satisfy
\r\nΘΡΗΝΟΣ ΒΑΡΥΣ EΠΕΦΤΕΙ
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\r\nΔΡΟΜΟ ΜΑΚΡΥ ΔΙΑΛΕΓΕΙ
\r\nHe sang and he was fighting with bevy of crow that eagerly
\r\nWaiting his flesh to eat , thirsty his blood to drink
\r\nHit with his heavy hand the ground so hard
\r\nThe earth that growed him, this earth will bury him
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\r\nEarth in your ground I lived my first exile
\r\nEarth your ground watered with my bile
\r\nEarth your ground marked with my sign
\r\nAnd you erased it with my dying
\r\nBoatman accept the coin of my son and lead him to the other bank
\r\nAnd send my damn to the time, that Charon decided to take the son of mine
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\r\n[CHORUS]
\r\nEarth in your ground I lived my first exile
\r\nEarth your ground watered with my bile
\r\nEarth your ground marked with my sign
\r\nAnd you erased it with my dying
\r\nΘΡΗΝΟΣ ΒΑΡΥΣ EΠΕΦΤΕΙ
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\r\nΔΡΟΜΟ ΜΑΚΡΥ ΔΙΑΛΕΓΕΙ