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