Thank you very much.I met you at the beginning of 1964Like the train leaving for ChalkidaIt's a trap, you tell me, the world and a trapTo hear from the transistor the rebetikasYou had your body in a single piece of cottonAnd so from then on I was caught and tiedYou had your body in a single piece of cottonYou had your body in a single piece of cottonAnd so from then on I was caught and tiedYou had your body in a single piece of cottonAnd so from then on I was caught and tiedNow your life I find in the slaughterhouseMay it be the wife of an old man and a smokerAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesAgain you throw stones into the wavesyou