The road has its own history
Someone wrote it on the wall with paint
It was one word only - "Freedom"
And then they said the kids wrote it
And then time passed and history went on
It passed easily from memory to heart
The wall now reads "Unique chance!
Materials of any kind are sold inside!"
On Sundays in the cafes from early
And later - football, bets and fights
The road has a history of its own
Yet they said it was written by the kids
Parakalo, i need translation of "O Dromos" (Loizos/Mitropoulo)
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