| The ludicrous (A. Antoniou) 
I found myself at the market, I'm not fed up, I don't get bored, the show on stage is eternal
 É sit here and cry, laugh and die, every minute, every little moment
 It's because they are ludicrous, it's also because of the cage itself
 In the market the mind flounders, it desires to be set free
 from the rusty cage
 I'm not fed up, I don't get bored in the market, every minute a dark hole
 I sit here and cry, laugh and die, the show on stage is eternal
 
Ôhe porters and the ludicrous ones run after the glass-sellers to get the good merchandise
 They collide with the bullies, and the fools are becoming cross-eyed
 with a false and crooked grin
 “Everyone back in the cage, keep the spectacle alive
 Stay there, nobody come out, the show is on
 and it will keep on going!”
 The porters and the ludicrous ones collided with the bullies as they
 were searching for the good merchandise
 Fools became cross-eyed in front of the glass-sellers,
 they ordered the cage to be locked
 
Give us your good looks and take us into your delusion so we can nest together sweetly
 Deliver your speech and lead the way,
 it is you that the ludicrous ones are worshipping
 Pull our ear a little bit, we will not make a sound
 In the market the mind stops, it desires to live only in the cage
 Give us your good looks and take us into your delusion
 so we can nest together sweetly
 Deliver your speech and lead the way,
 it is you that the ludicrous ones are worshipping
 
 | Syria (A. Antoniou) 
Colours, bodies, the scents that travelled throughthe neighbourhoods are gone
 Mouths, mattresses on wet terraces, ten forks in one plate
 Little girl wretched, hungry on the concrete,
 she is longing for a kiss, a caress
 Which god abandoned her?
 Which curse has broken her sight's unadulterated glass?
 
Go mad, die, warm up the body, the yellow skin, against the barrelsIt went bad, it went crooked, the lever got stuck,
 and the roof is left half
 Don't move, don't talk, don't kiss the teddy bear,
 someone is looking for a target
 Terrified embraces, tense prayers, they reach nobody's ears
 
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