Wild Beasts Lyrics

(Music: Giannis Dimitras, Lyrics: Sofi Pappa) In Athens of the poor and of the underworld live as wild beasts, the children of the third world in misery, orphanhood and nakedness do the wild beasts live Yet each wild beast is a street angel A Christ trying to earn his life in fear Angels' hands asking for help While killers shoot at dogs A grape for two-pence A smile is the dusk of their youth Angels' hands asking for help While killers shoot at dogs And now my soul is frightend why do we kill the wild beasts when they steal since we know that the culprits are not they but others, higher up since we know that the culprits are not they but others, higher up