Hi,please help me

Hello,


I recently made a post of a song i need translated its called Ola auto gia to kalo mou by the greek artist Taki Tsan.


It has been so hard to find the lyrics I found a youtube video that would help you guys out.


Heres the link,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExAsOdx3YQ4



I would appreciate it so much if someone could translate this and the song name.


The feeling of not knowing what the lyrics are to a song I love hurts haha.


MOST regards!


Thanks

the old days..
noone can relive the past..
but you can remember..
let's go back
in '87
let's go back
in '87
and i'm ready to leave

in the irony of my tragic life
who ever knew that i'll become a poet
and my eyes seeing
many years passed i'm no longer 17
i saw my mother coming in the evening
tired from work
she grew up her 3 children by her own
the word "family" still scares me
i saw life from a close angle and it's worth it
dad was somewhere else.. he's miles away
he sent not even a drachma ------------------------------------------------------ (drachma was the currency in greece before euro)
and my mother dressed me with used clothes from neighborhood
at school they looked at me and they were laughing behind my back
everyone had smth even life
economy even on the toilet paper
it was bad
ashamed to knock at strange doors
i'll never forget situations like those
i wanted to get out
together with Valanti down the square to play with the ball
and if i owe to somebody
is that woman that took me out in the world and took the responsibility
to make me like this, i know her heart won't bear to see me to perish
with the punks that i am with
i sit and think
and i still wonder
and this is what made me write down this
why does death exists? why does life exists?
why are a few rich people and lots of poor?
personally i don't hate them.. nor i understand them
simply.. in my life i need to work while those found everything ready from (their) father
and they go out every night wasting money
while in the same city in another neighborhood
there are families that live with crumbs
statements.. f*ck em. tragic stories are written in slums
from narcotics i had my money
i make everything for a drachma because with it you can me everything
and all this for my own good