I hadn't seen you in two years
And I met you again on a Sunday
Buying (the people) ouzo and liqueur at the coffeehouse
And you were all dressed up as if it's been a feast
You weren't off from army, to wish you a fair life as a citizen
Neither were you celebrating, to wish you happy birthday
Madhouse and prison, two years and six months
I drank the ouzo and said 'so long'
I know, you looked for a job in a thousand places
And everywhere they've been asking for recommendations, experience
But upon taking a look at the yellow paper you had
They'd thrown you out like a dog, without giving you a chance to apologize
And at first you said, fine, and looked for job somewhere else
And elsewhere just the same again, and again
But you'd been way unlucky, cause the times were bad
When people were living on less and less and yourself had a yellow paper
And you know they're allergic to that colour
And each evening came and it went dark, fever would set in then
Torturing you through summer and winter
And it's a huge torture this dirty trick
You've been taught in prison
By that tall guy from Drapetsona
you long for the white powder, you know it's not your fault
fires burning your body,
spoon and needle
And you've been patient because you've been afraid of the cell
Welcoming loneliness and the lime that kept falling
like snowflakes, from the ceiling
And all the way to your last breath you won't forget
A night in prison, in tears and shouts
And the word was out next morning, at cell 15
the old ones raped Fanis the teen
And when they found you frozen in your cell
They said "he's been long dead"
And someone rushed to make a call
I know you've been suffering for five weeks now
I know you missed the white powder
And you've been telling me I won't go back there anymore
I'm sick of the white nights
I want to live, like a human
I hadn't seen you in two years
And I met you again on a Sunday
Buying (the people) ouzo and liqueur at the coffeehouse
And you were all dressed up as if it's been a feast