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"Παιχνίδι με τα μαύρα"
Στίχοι: Γιάννης Μελισσίδης
Μουσική: Σωκράτης Μάλαμας

Της σφίγγας το κεντρί πονάει πολύ
Σφραγίζει διαβατήριο για σκοτεινό κατώφλι
Προφήτες πλάνοι μας μιλάνε γι'απειλή
Και σέρνονται ξοπίσω τους ανήσυχοι οι όχλοι

Ποιος σ'έμαθε να γεύεσαι ερημιές
Να ξεδιψάς με το ποτό που κρύβουνε οι κάκτοι
Όλα τα μπάρκα σου σε πλήρωσαν ρωγμές
μα εσύ τον κήπο σου ποτέ δεν όρισες με φράχτη

Ποιος σ'ύφανε με ίνες πορφυρές
Στου φεγγαριού τη χάση να εκπέμπεις πύρινη αύρα
Πάντα ζωγράφιζες τις θάλασσες βαθειές
Και στη σκακιέρα διάλεγες να παίξεις με τα μαύρα





Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(Hide the scars to fade away the shake )
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you go create another fable

(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(You wanted to)
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
(You wanted to)

I don't think you trust, in, my,
Self-righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die

Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you go create another fable

(You wanted to)
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup
(You wanted to)
Hide the scars to fade away the shake up
(You wanted to)
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
(You wanted to)

I don't think you trust in my
Self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide,
I cry, when angels deserve to die

Father (father)
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father (father)
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your hands, why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes, forsaken me
In your thoughts, forsaken me
In your heart, forsaken me

Oh, trust in my, self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die





Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
Flishlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun
I shone life into the mans hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the mans hearts