This song has been written to tribute the memory of the Greek comrades killed the 1st of November.
Was a warm November Friday,
we'd bet an ordinary one,
hard work to fulfill in the morning
before meeting the comrades when the sun goes down
It is known that times are not being easy
but we would never supposed that hard
the noisy street turned into silence
after two shots deafned tho lives.
You've stolen two lives, didn't win the war,
you took two hearts, but their souls are with us.
You've stolen two lives, didn't win the war,
you killed two brave men, but the struggle lives on.
And from now a thousand candles
will light them the path to eternity
and to us will be the guide
to find the road to victory
Pure blood will never be spilled in vain
it will feed the soil for a new European dawn
the noisy street turned into silence
after two shots deafned two lives.
Was a warm November Friday,
we'd bet an ordinary one,
hard work to fulfill in the morning
before meeting the comrades when the sun goes down
It is known that times are not being easy
but we would never supposed that hard
the noisy street turned into silence
after two shots deafned tho lives.
You've stolen two lives, didn't win the war,
you took two hearts, but their souls are with us.
You've stolen two lives, didn't win the war,
you killed two brave men, but the struggle lives on.
And from now a thousand candles
will light them the path to eternity
and to us will be the guide
to find the road to victory
Pure blood will never be spilled in vain
it will feed the soil for a new European dawn
the noisy street turned into silence
after two shots deafned two lives.
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