I read somewhere that walls drip numbers.
The struggle for paid and unpaid bills
He spoke about people's daily struggles.
And within those numbers, emotions with a familiar color
Red and orange invoices love
And blue, you know, the constant deception
Rainbows and buckets full of pounds
Στον ουρανό αλήθεια πες μου τι είδες
Πρόταση σε άγνωστο αφηγητή
Let him leave me his poem to be answered
Telephone numbers, addresses, and names
Invoices for everything, with or without colors
We don't owe you anything, my dear.
They steal from us every day, my dear
What to say to the child and what to say to the parents
Fairy tales to help us endure
Happy slaves smile
And one day they rebel