Υπεραστικοί - Νερό & Αλάτι - Ενα τραγούδι για τους 300


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"For your own people, at the time when you leave to emigrate you are already as if dead, the evening table is laid and your place is empty. I told them to weep for me for 40 days, and so it was."
"And we, if we die, shall be forever sleeping peacefully. But those who do not give us papers will never sleep peacefully."
"I want to say a few words to the Greek friends I have made: You have entered my heart. We lived happily."
". And to all those who brought us tribulations, and who robbed us of money: I forgive you as though nothing happened. Farewell to you." - Hassan, one of the 300 immigrant hunger strikers
Forty days my father wept for me
they've destroyed our country, I will go
to build a human life
I will disdain the fences and mines
I was born into poverty
schooled by necessity.
My dead-end days
and my nights debris.
Traffickers stood before me
they threw me into a black tub
the wretched of the earth for cargo
They set out upon the wild seas
our breath severed upon the raging wave
hope hanging from our eyes.
To these soils here I arrived
vineyards, olive groves, in fields
I enriched my boss's livelihood
I had no voice, my job black labor
closed in construction sites
buried within cellars
for insatiable beasts to feed upon my flesh
Water and salt
300 rocks
and a few grains of sugar
before they weighed me upon the scales
as I fade, fighting.
and a few grains of sugar
before they weighed me upon the scales
as I fade, fighting.
My sweat flowed within the cities
through streets, factories, shipyards.
My hands wounded by the Winters
as I bled for foreign greatness
and supported the elders silent outcasts
upon their empty pillows with a drop of care.
Those who legally bled me
calling my life contraband
with sweating, straining, I produce
but I find no justice in my cell.
And I dread their minions, who lie in ambush.
I look for my brothers
the workers nearby.
Water and salt
300 rocks
and a few grains of sugar
before they weigh me upon the scales
as I fade, fighting.
and a few grains of sugar
before they weigh me upon the scales
as I fade, fighting.
Death no longer scares me
I die now beside my comrades.
My homeland is my raised fist
and the fight for my class rights.
I struggled to build a life
and they fought me
those who hold all our toil
as being their own.
Water and salt
300 rocks
and a few grains of sugar
before they weigh me upon the scales
as I fade, fighting
and a few grains of sugar
before they weigh me upon the scales
as I fade, fighting.
Farewell to you.
Farewell to you.
Abdul, Nordin, Ahmed, Hamid, Hassan,
immigrant worker, my brother.
Abdul, Nordin, Ahmed, Hamid, Hassan,
immigrant worker, my brother.
Abdul, Nordin, Ahmed, Hamid, Hassan,
immigrant worker, my brother.
Abdul, Nordin, Ahmed, Hamid, Hassan,
immigrant worker, my brother.