Parents-in-law and best men started dancing
upon the sacred ground of my Fatherland.
They were eating and drinking for a matchmaking ;
[they planned] to marry daughter Europe
to Hellene's son.
The Hellene had a dowry
that could make Europe jealous:
sun, sea, mountains
nowhere else to be found.
However, he was promised -according to the history-
with a beautiful lady named Liberty.
You stupid best men, crooks, flower children.
The marriage is over now and the brides are crying now.
You stupid parents-in-law, phonies, general hypocrites.
The Homeland is not to be sold within the future centuries.
They were making common decisions under the table
and were giving a drop of syrup on the slaves
and the betrayers parents-in-law were shaking the hands
and exchanging the winters with the summers.
They started partying and playing the instruments
so as to replace their leaders.
They were lying as always and promising rings
and spraying the bride with wonderful perfumes.
You stupid best men, crooks, flower children.
The marriage is over now and the brides are crying now.
You stupid parents-in-law, phonies, general hypocrites.
The Homeland is not to be sold within the future centuries.
You stupid crooks parents-in-law, lenders and bankers !
The Homeland is unable and unwilling to be sold at anyone.
You puppets parents-in-law, our soul is made for these.
The Homeland, whenever requested,
always responds with a NO.
FYI, you loan sharks,
the Hellene doesn't succumb to his enemies.
And if the great war starts, we'll rush to the battle !
Familiares y padrinos
comenzaron el baile
sobre la sagrada tierra
de mi patria
comían y bebían
por un casamentero
para casar a Europa
con el hijo de un griego.
el griego tenía una dote
de la que tenía celos Europa
sol, mar, montañas
que no había en otros lugares
pero estaba prometido
en medio de la historia
con una hermosa mujer,
con Libertad**
vosotros padrinos ladrones
estafadores y damas de honor
venga, terminó la boda
venga, lloran ahora las novias
familiares timadores
fariseos y publicanos
la patria no está en venta
en los futuros siglos
hicieron matrimonios de conveniencia
bajo la mesa
y a los esclavos invitaban
a una gota de melaza
y los traidores y los padrinos
se daban las manos
e intercambiaban los inviernos
por los veranos
tocaban los instrumentos
y comenzaron la fiesta
para hacernos maestros
en el lugar del maestro
vendían cuentos
y ofrecían anillos
y a la novia bañaban
con perfumes decorada
vosotros padrinos ladrones
estafadores y damas de honor
venga, terminó la boda
venga, lloran ahora las novias
familiares timadores
fariseos y publicanos
la patria no está en venta
en los futuros siglos
vosotros padrinos ladrones
estafadores y damas de honor
venga, terminó la boda
venga, lloran ahora las novias
vosotros padrinos ladrones
prestamistas y banqueros
la patria no está en venta
para nadie está en venta
vosotros padrinos cesionarios
lo tiene nuestra alma, lo tiene
cuando piden la patria
la respuesta es no
el griego, usureros,
ahí donde ha escupido no lame
y si estalla la amenaza
gritaremos aire