Testo The Eagle

(Music: Alecos & Irene Chrisovergis, Lyrics: Spyros Giatras) Even if you burn my wings So that I would not fly again Through the smoke of my fire I am going to climb high again The eagle dies in the air Free and strong When he is hit from the bullet of ruthlessness The sky hugs him My eagle-like tear Will not reach the ground You will be looking for me in the afternoons And you will not be able to get to sleep