Ο Έλληνας που εχεις συνηθησει | O Éllinas pou echeis synithisei (English translation)

English translation

The Greek you're used to

Just like that, without an introduction I begin at once
The temperature is already high
I cut the breath, I cause scorching
To these little bands that sell tears
I bring you in contact with reality
I got this quality and all the idols
You were trying to impose to me sneakily
I spit at their face, I hit on every layer
I don't waste my energy in the stadiums
I always move contrary to the masses
I took the bandages out of my eyes years ago
I refuse to move along with the pawns
I don't expect to fulfill my needs by collecting coupons
I'm searching with new methods, new ways
You tell me I don't look like all the other people, unfortunately
Because I'm not logical
But I believe that you just don't feel my logic, my idiosyncrasy
You get crazy with my way of living
You see me and act like if you saw an alien
My style, for your face is totally harmful
 
I'm not the Greek
You're used to
No I'm not the Greek
You're used to
I'm not the Greek
You're used to
I have a problem
For each of your solutions
 
My name is written on black lists
I'm wanted by authorities and fascists
I erase the old rotten ideals, I bring new ones
Disgusted from all of the political youth
I don't wanna be part of a new generation of corpses
So I react every moment
In everyway that I can and I'm trying
To somehow work as much as possible, for my own sake
I want no asshole over my head
No, changing the world isn't my intention
But that doesn't mean I'll stay down and relax
With my hands crossed, I destroy, one by one
All the fixed plans
Which are supposed to be for my own sake but without me getting asked by anybody
And if you still don't know me enough, I'm 50/50
Rap and Graffiti,
M.C and Bomber in the mist
Making it through without anyone's help
It's one against all and all against one
But all these years they couldn't change my mind
Right and left wingers get lost
 
The time has come for the destruction to go on on the 3rd verse
You look at the sky but I come out of the earth with rage, keeping my known
Irregular course
I throw another Hardcore melody
At your face
I freeze your sadistic smile
Now I don't agree anymore with your dreams for the future
Because always something stinks about them
I wade through and mutate, that's why I'm still getting heard
I respect myself, I don't like the army
Out of clubs which have face control I never stand in line
And I'm always to blame for the irritation of citizens
I'm from the school of bad arts
And I'm looking for trouble
I keep creating by destroying and in 97
I throw oil in the fire
And take personally whatever I say
 
Because I'm not the Greek
You're used to
No I'm not the Greek
You're used to
I'm not the Greek
You're used to
I have a problem
For each of your solutions
 
Submitted by RosengardRosengard on Wed, 20/02/2019 - 06:08
Greek

Ο Έλληνας που εχεις συνηθησει | O Éllinas pou echeis synithisei

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