Na borusa sta sinefa
na 'ha ego venzinadiko
sto keno na kinthineva
gia t' asteri mu to adiko
I kardies paliosidera
s' ena soma katadiko
Ferte mu potiria kai spaste to giali
Kofte to fili na pino na metho
pu ola ta xatiria mu t' argises poli
ke efiga i treli psila ston urano
Na lismoniso bori
ston kosmo pali na ftano
ime fortio vari
gia ton kero ton tsiganon
Foties, kardies, paliosidera
ke enas theos pan' ap' t' adiko
ase me emena sta sinefa
s' ena palio venzinadiko
Na mporusa sta sinefa
ti psihi mu na anevaza
me astrapes na galineva
ta parapona pu evaza
sto mialo mu ke arxinaga
kai ap' ti lipi diaskedaza
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Translation
Gas Station
If I could have a gas station on clouds
I could risk (my life) in s***e
For my unfair star
Hearts are junks
On a convict body
Bring me glasses and smash the glass
Cut down the kiss, i will drink and i will fudle
Because you were too much late (to satisfy) my favors
And me, like crazy, i flown up to the sky
I may forget,
I may reach the world again
I am a heavy carriage
For the times of gypsies
Fire, hearts, junks
And one fair God
Leave me on clouds
in an old gas station
If I could raise my soul to the clouds
With lightings i would calm her down
All my complaints
In my mind and If i could start
From the sorrow to enjoy.
na 'ha ego venzinadiko
sto keno na kinthineva
gia t' asteri mu to adiko
I kardies paliosidera
s' ena soma katadiko
Ferte mu potiria kai spaste to giali
Kofte to fili na pino na metho
pu ola ta xatiria mu t' argises poli
ke efiga i treli psila ston urano
Na lismoniso bori
ston kosmo pali na ftano
ime fortio vari
gia ton kero ton tsiganon
Foties, kardies, paliosidera
ke enas theos pan' ap' t' adiko
ase me emena sta sinefa
s' ena palio venzinadiko
Na mporusa sta sinefa
ti psihi mu na anevaza
me astrapes na galineva
ta parapona pu evaza
sto mialo mu ke arxinaga
kai ap' ti lipi diaskedaza
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Translation
Gas Station
If I could have a gas station on clouds
I could risk (my life) in s***e
For my unfair star
Hearts are junks
On a convict body
Bring me glasses and smash the glass
Cut down the kiss, i will drink and i will fudle
Because you were too much late (to satisfy) my favors
And me, like crazy, i flown up to the sky
I may forget,
I may reach the world again
I am a heavy carriage
For the times of gypsies
Fire, hearts, junks
And one fair God
Leave me on clouds
in an old gas station
If I could raise my soul to the clouds
With lightings i would calm her down
All my complaints
In my mind and If i could start
From the sorrow to enjoy.