πάω να πιάσω ουρανό, 2004

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life

And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer

What can I possibly say?

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you

I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Her or for me

Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.