Greek rapper Ilias PNG Papas releases a new song and video titled ΗΧΟΧΡΩΜΑ (means Sound Color in Greek), about Macedonians in Greece and their ordeals.
Translation below in English done by Petros Argyriou.
Time flies and that time is approaching to see the uphill, how it goes downhill
for ten years I was going up with winds and rain
My adolescence has a tune from Bregovic Goran
They wear Balkan costumes, they speak another language
they do not know where to go and what homeland they love
my place was deserted because Napalm fell
the ancestors, black birds, all disappeared suddenly
exiles and mountains, all dreams illusory for freedom
because the others won, they wrote the history
I had understood this since I was in school
how valuable is the idea, blood comes out of skulls
then it came what they called civil democracy while it was just white terrorism
but that is not what the teachers, the books, told us
and as a flag bearer I did not go to church
the director chased me, what are you doing Elias?
he last saw me at a red funeral
and while I had answered twenty years ago
he still had the same look of wonder what, what, what are you doing, Elias?
Time flies and that time is approaching to see the uphill, how it goes downhill
for ten years I was going up with winds and rain
My adolescence has a tune from Bregovic Goran
The sound, even if it went out, it has stigmatized me
because I had sung it before the lyrics faded
in Mali Madi the bombs fell from the West
your history also this wants to silence
They did not care at all that some had experienced it,
they did not think about it at all, they just thought it would go out
but the fire did not go out, it still holds
I know some paths that if you go there,
they will make a mouth
I know war heroes who were not buried with dirt
That’s why when I go to Delovo I turn the bottle and I let it spill, with the cap upside down
as in ’47 in the church in Mikrolimni
the shame is all gone, not one will be left
My place taught me responsibly the history,
from the lakes of Prespa that to get up here you need Dramamine
from the lakes of souls, I honor the memories of guerrillas
they know me well in the Eastern bloc
I still have relatives who were uprooted forever
Hungary, Poland, all from Macedonia and all of them exiled by mom Greece
Time flies and that time is approaching to see the uphill, how it goes downhill
for ten years I was going up with winds and rain
My adolescence has a tune from Bregovic Goran.