#sparta
Για νεκρούς στρατιώτες
Ρίξαμε τα όπλα μας
Σταματάμε να παλεύουμε
Αυτή τη στιγμή της μνήμης
Είναι μαζί μας
Αγωνίζονται μαζί μας
Έχω δει τις μητέρες μας
Πλήρη δάκρυα
Είναι τόσο γρήγορο
Πού πήγαν εκείνα τα χρόνια;
Οι μνήμες δεν θα τους αφήσουν να κλάψουν
Μόνο αν δεν επιστρέψω απόψε
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Yeah!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Na-a-a- yeah,
Singin’ the light of Agido!
See her likeness like the sun,
Can I praise? Can I blame her?
When winged-dreams come undone…
Singin’ the light of Agido!
Pierce Pleiades with the dawn,
And now I’m ploughing the Dog-star, -yeah!
Wooing my goddess with a song,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaa- yeah!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Na-a-a-ahh…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
The owl on a rafter-er, the festival of days, -yeah!
Singin’ the light of Agido,
My Dawn Goddess passion’s haze,
Yeah!
Singin’ the light of Agido!
Ten-beauties-likeness like the sun,
Floating swans on streams of Xanthus,
Sweet-tasting honey’s oh so young!
Singin’ the light of Agido-oh!
Singin’ the light of Agido!
Yeah!
Singin’ the light of Agido-oh!
See her likeness like the sun,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Yeah!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-A-A- yeah!
I saw the light of Agido,
A War of Love eclipsed the sun,
Who’s to blame? Where’s the praise now?
When winged-dreams come undone,
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Yeah!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Naaaaaaa…
Na-na-na-na-na-na-Na-a-a- yeah,
Yeah…
*Soft-spoken
**Standard tempo
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
Born to sour temperament and political policy,
Weakness gleamed in tremor's slight,
To pale to be of Grecian ilk,
Thank Gods no country side in sight.
Now seven years the barracks beckons,
My Mother's pride sent to the stake,
Twenty three years for the pain in me,
No time for us soldiers to be fake.
Wonders of becoming that horrid equal,
A wife to take but no house to live,
Those whips a dear and cutting friend,
No muscle ever the chance to give.
Now thirty years we slot in perfectly,
So time again now doubled in blue robe,
Strong through beatings beautiful brutality,
We never Athenian but of Spartan abode.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Another Thermopylae to defend.
Our love's a battle we can't win.
And so I'll die a Spartan's death,
You'll leave me with out any breath.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
Spartan shield wall, impenetrable & fortified
Persian soldiers, dying by the thousand
Spears pointed outward, catching flesh & blood
Persian soldiers, dying by the thousand
Sun blotted out by Persian arrows
Persian archers, killing them all
Spartan soldiers, fight to the last
Persian archers, killing them all
Spartans all fallen, not one left alive
Persian soldiers turn back home
Spartans left immortalized, final stand
Persian soldiers turn back home
Spartans, three hundred strong
Spartans, still standing tall
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC