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Poem: Kostas Kariotakis, 1923 Vocals: Nikos Xilouris Music: Lucas Thanos
Liberty, liberty rips, bites the skies your crown. Your light without burning, blinds your people.
Butterflies of gold the Americans, calculate, how many dollars costs, today your godly metal.
Liberty, liberty, you 'll be bought from traders and consortia and Jews.
Too many are our century's debts.
Many the sins, that the generations will read, when they liken you with Dorian's Gray portrait.
Liberty, liberty, in nostalgia, distant forests, ravaged gardens those people who receive sorrow..
...as a prize of the game, and toil, and continue their life dead that their establishment is missing.
Liberty, liberty, you 'll be bought from traders and consortia and Jews.
Too many are our century's debts.
Butterflies of gold the Americans, calculate, how many dollars costs, today your godly metal.
Butterflies of gold the Americans, calculate, how many dollars costs, today your godly metal.