Όλες μοιράζονται ένα κοινό:
κάθε μια θυμίζει γυάλινο γλυπτό.
Ξεκινάς μαζεύοντας άμμο δίπλα στο νερό.

Έπειτα ξύλα θα σηκώσεις και κλαριά,
θα χωρίσεις ξερά από χλωρά
βαδίζοντας τον δικό σου Γολγοθά,
ταΐζοντας του πόθου την πυρά.

Κ' αν με τον κόπο πάρει ο φούρνος θερμά,
πλάθεται και το γυαλί γοργά.
Ύστερα μόλις το δροσίσει  ο χρόνος,
οφείλεις να το δουλέψεις μόνος.

Τούτη ειν' κι πιο δύσκολη στιγμή.
Κράτα την αναπνοή με υπομονή.
Δούλεψε με στοργή, ξορκίζοντας τη ρωγμή.
Είναι όμως και η ώρα της χαράς:
θυμήσου, το δώρο της ομορφιάς δεν ήρθε μονομιάς.

Ας μαζέψεις αργά την άμμο και τα κλαριά
έχοντας μια σκέψη μόνο στην καρδιά.
Σαν βγει απ΄ το φούρνο το γυαλί,
πάντα είχε τούτη τη μορφή.

Άμμος ονειρεύεται να γίνει πάλι,
να βρει το κύμα στ' ακρογυάλι.

Όταν ψάχνεις την τέλεια βολή,
κρατώντας τρεμάμενη την ελπίδα
στου τόξου την χορδή
και 'χεις το νου σου σε μπαμπακένιους
ουρανούς να περπατεί,
ειν' μυριάδες της Εύας οι καρποί.

Γιατί σε έναν να μην κρυφτεί
του βέλους η ακμή;
Και γιατί πατέρα να μην είναι
τούτους ο λωτός του κήπου
ο πιο γλυκός;

Γιατί; Γιατί πάντα φροντίζει η καρδία
την ελπίδα να κάνει ακριβή;

There'll come a day when you conquer L.A.
And it won't be cause of your pretty eyes.
It will be cause they went from red to wise.

There'll come a day when you conquer L.A.
There'll come a day. Tears dry, they don't stay.

It won't be cause you stooped to lies,
it'll just dawn, like you were born to rise.

It's no mystery, love, we are born in slavery,
not to flee, but to learn how to walk free.

It's no mystery. We all suffer you see, albeit unequally.
Life will guarantee a ride to make your eyes go wide.
Don't close 'em. Keep your balance on the tide.
Some days, there'll be someone by your side,
sometimes their hands will be tied.
No need to scream. No need to hide.
Don't forget it's just a ride.

How can we smile if we don't weep?
How can we dream if we don't sleep?

You'll sail through waters dark and deep
to reach mountains I promise are steep.

And when you feel you've travelled enough,
when your tired and the sea looks too rough,
the blood on your feet will prove you're tough.
It will grease your ankles and loosen the cuff.

There'll come a day when you don't need to pray,
a winters day with your very own personal ray.

So one more Saturday waiting by the door.
So once more, sick of feeling insecure.

Quarter past late but we both know I'll wait.
And if you ask, I'll smile, “Hey, I'm great!”

**** corners of my mouth that twitch,
moving the sand that covers my ditch.

**** you for making me write clichés.
Dumb me for counting all the days.

Too hard to end and sound uplifting,
give me a hand, I'm slowly drifting.

But no, like Edith, I regret nothing.
No, not a thing, I'm the one that makes me sing.

I decided to what I fear,
the voice of Robin Williams
was the only thing I could hear.
"Carpe diem." Love 'em and see 'em.

As I looked over the brink,
scared that I would sink,
I held my nose but never blinked.

Who cares what they think?
Would I flourish, live, become extinct?

Who cares if I cried out loud,
or if someone laughed out in the crowd?

And what happened in the end
Wait! we're not there yet.

Live the moment, take the bend.
Love em' and see 'em.

What else is it but a bet?
How much did he say he'd lend?
Is what's written really set?
Will I be rescued by a net?

All I know is what I know...
After all, only I was there,
grabbing time from its very hair.
Hanging from her wavy hair.

I remembered, this is no maths, no long division.
It is simply a decision, great to see you gotta go.
Thinking of you through rain, deserts and snow,
while flying high, while keeping it low.

What I know is all I know.
It's you - you knew - or are you new?
Either way I'm glad its so
Love to love ya, gotta flow.

I hear you cry, it makes me look down and to the right. I sigh.
I miss the sparkle in your eye, your laugh and how it makes me high.

I have to make your tears go, but how? I know, a rainbow, now.

I'll tear the blue out of the sky to paint your ceiling with its dye.
I'll **** the orange from the sun. I'll throw it on your walls ***.
I'll strip the green from a willow to splash all over your pillow.
I'll squeeze the poppies for their red and spray it on your bed.

I'll steal the violet from an orchid and spill it on your floor kid.
I'll scrape the yellow off a bee and sprinkle stars for you to see.
I'll ****** the silver from the moon 'n' pour it all over your room.
I've gotta rush and do this soon, I cannot stand to see your gloom.

So, I grab my bag and start to fill it, I run a mile in a minute.
I reach your home and yeah, your there, still sitting in that chair.
Before you can tell me to stay, I shout, “I'll make your day.”
I dip my hand into my sachet, only to see it come out grey.

And looking at my hand I understand, why it's all so bland.
My withdrawal clouded my reason, colours fade as in season.
It wasn't me who took the hue, it wasn't you. It was simply due.
Leaves will come back to the trees, the sun shall shine again with ease,
when the gale turns to breeze and when the waves leave the seas.

While trying to tie all iris in a bow. I forgot what you very well know.
Clouds come and colours go, washed by rain and covered by snow.
Sometimes we just feel low, we rest, we weep, but then we glow.

Τραπεζών φάλαγγα σκόρπισε παντού,
κάθε σπίτι μια χαψιά χάρη ΔΝΤ.
ΧΑΪΛ!
Τραπεζών φάλαγγα σε κάθε γειτονιά,
ήρθαν τα μνημόνια, τέρμα τα ψωμιά.
  
Spread μου υψηλό, άλλο δε μπορώ,
θάνατος και πείνα μέσα στο ευρώ.
Και μέσα στη Βουλή όλα είν' καλά,
μας πήρανε τα λίγα και φάγαν τα πολλά.

Τραπεζών φάλαγγα  σε καθέ λαό
θεέ μου δεν αντέχουμε άλλο σώσιμο.
ΧΑΪΛ!
Τραπεζών φάλαγγα, Ε.Ε. και ΔΝΤ.
Παχαίνουν με τα χρήματα του φτωχού λαού.

Τρέχουν και τα ΜΑΤ για την Τρόικα,
έρχονται με γκλομπ και με χημικά.
Μες το Σύνταγμα, άναψε φωτιά
που 'κανε τη θάλασσα να νιώσει ζεστασιά. 

Τραπεζών φάλαγγα πήρε τα λεφτά,
ήρθαν για χαράτσια μα δεν έχουμε βρακιά.
ΧΑΪΛ!
Τραπεζών φάλαγγα άκουσε καλά
πάρε τα μνημόνια και άντε γεια χαρά.
**ΟΥΣΤ!