Eleftheriou, Manos / Theodorakis, Mikis
        El pati (I avli)
          On the terrace, a belt cuts the air,
          They get you and take you in the courtyard
          Nevr in your life will you remember
          Churches and islands without saltiness again.
          The small room closed and low,
          Surely a laundry years ago
          But you, little boy, young hero
          Have poisened those times when you
          Cut your veins with a little nail or
          A piece of mirror, I believe.
          I talk to the mother of God and to my judge,
          Measure my lifetime with my desire,
          But tell me whether you torturer
          Indeed has eyes, a mouth and a throat.
        Who is chasing my life (Pios tin zoi mou)
          Who, who is chasing my life,
          To make it lonesome in the night?
          Trucks are howling and whistling
          They caught me, a fish in the net.
          For someone someplace it is too late.
          Who, who is chasing my life?
          Who is supervising my life?
          Who is taking aim in the backroads of this world?
          Where did he who knows how to speak, go?
          He who knows even more how to believe?