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A day will come when I will leave this fear behind me
It will become a tree and the children will play underneath it
It will be a piece of paper taken far away by the wind
Skouries, Khalkidiki, Greece
And I will wake up from the deep, big stupor
That keeps me away from you frozen and silent
And it will be a festive day when I'll come to find you
Keep our Khalkidiki clean
Underneath the rusts (=skouries) of time, they found your paths
But the children have hidden the gold since a long time
In a sea cave, in a steep cliff
IĆ©rissos
A day will come when I will leave this fear behind me
It will become a tree and the children will play underneath it
It will be smoke from a train that will whistle far away
Mayor Pachtas, ex-minister Papakonstantinou accused of corruption and crime
Golden promises, black future