The system [ To Sistima (Το Σύστημα) ]

English translation

The system

It doesn’t go lower; we’ve reached the bottom
Where are you Stelios, where are you Stratos
The place is full of little (insignificant) singers
That they have for dowry the same verses
 
Now to see how we’ll save ourselves
We only see and we don’t hear
They sprout children without talents
The same image, the same patent
 
And in these false times
The system is responsible
Which makes first again them
Who they were the last
 
And as a sensitive boy
I feel pain
That they have become so many the homosexuals
The underhand and the pimp
 
And system you have to remember
I don’t bear jokes
In every slip (mistake)
I will judge you
 
Come my brother, find my hit
My boss, my producer
They have opinion irrelevant suckers
And for this we pass difficult nights
 
Liars, drones make rackets
Put out songs for some months
I don’t like your music
Neither the verse of your time
 
And in these false times
The system is responsible
Which makes first again them
Who they were the last
 
And as a sensitive boy
I feel pain
That they have become so many the homosexuals
The underhand and the pimp
 
And system you have to remember
I don’t bear jokes
In every slip (mistake)
I will judge you
 
And system you have to remember
I don’t bear jokes
In every slip (mistake)
I will judge you'
 
Submitted by maria_gr on Fri, 20/02/2009 - 20:26
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To Sistima (Το Σύστημα)

Δεν πάει πιο κάτω πιάσαμε πάτο
που 'σαι ρε Στέλιο που 'σαι ρε Στράτο
γέμισ' ο τόπος τραγουδιστάκια
που 'χουν για προίκα ίδια στιχάκια
 
Τώρα να δούμε πώς θα σωθούμε
βλέπουμε μόνο και δεν ακούμε
βγάζουν παιδάκια δίχως ταλέντα
 

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