From the wild nights of Athens…
When the small and the great clashed
the small won,
so that the great could become a leading
guide of truth…
Auntie, light the candle, we shall win…
From the wild nights of Athens…
Wolves in the dark, wolves hunt down
a virgin deer, they tear its belly drink its blood
and inside them, I think,
their beastly heart is shaken.
Auntie, light the candle, we shall win…
I begin a song and the cyclical dance starts
In the wax silence of censorship
The knowledge circulates
Don’t disturb my circles…a muddled up transistor.
Auntie, light the candle, we shall win…
From the wild nights of Athens….
Think all together, you slaves….
The nightingale sang to you from the stone balcony…
And it only sings once!
Nikolas Asimos
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