Wild beasts Lyrics

(Music: Giannis Dimitras, Lyrics: Sofi Pappa)

In Athens of the poor and of the underworld
Live as wild beasts, the children of the third world
In misery, orphanhood and nakedness
Do the wild beasts live

Yet each wild beast is a street angel
A Christ trying to earn his life in fear
Angels' hands asking for help
While killers shoot at dogs

A grape for two-pence
A smile is the dusk of their youth
Angels' hands asking for help
While killers shoot at dogs

And now my soul is frightend
Why do we kill the wild beasts when they steal
Since we know that the culprits are not they
But others, higher up
Since we know that the culprits are not they
But others, higher up