Rebetika

I heard voices talk of vast changes
Deliver us, from what's headed our way

Gonna be hard times, gonna be hard times
This world is changing, gonna be hard times

Heap coals of fire, heap coals of fire
Money can't bury the truth on Perdition Road

If one is rotten, if one is rotten
It spoils the barrel, takes away sweetness and light

Time to trim the sails, time to trim the sails
Just ride the current and head towards the light

Sweet Rebetika, Sweet Rebetika
The light dances at the sight of your eyes