A8lioi Gioi
(Wasted Sons) 

What brothers are they who envy fire
And sleep beside pieces of ice
They bathe in money and everything is fine
True like a magician's tricks
What parents are they who pull your ear
And chop your wings every day
They hug you with affection and they give you advise
If you get hungry, eat your heart

What do they covet in the soil and drink its color
And they say for happines, shut up
With a gag in the mouth every corpse asks you
Shut your eyes and your ears to look like it
What parents are they who pull your ear
And chop your wings every day
They hug you with affection and they give you advise
If you get hungry, eat your heart

But we are all...
Wasted Sons in a wasted land
Wverything is grey and it bothers us
We don't stop, no we don't stop
To color your every grey

Get up...
Wake up, wake up!