2022.03.17.
Stavros Cosmas' Petris
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This story I will tell you
Is about a man called
Stavros Cosmas' Petris
He lived eighty years before
He wanted to be called wind
Not Stavros Petris
The curse chased him everywhere
He couldn't turn it away
They were both one
He got isolated
He didn't talk to anyone
He was counting the days that were passing by
Searching for a solution
Stavros, Cosmas', Petris
Stavros, Cosmas', Petris
He committed suicide one morning
Outside is blew, it was cold
It was a tough day
So these words
Left
These lyrics
And some more words
The knife had reached
And it reddened the whole earth
It was the knife of the curse
And the blood was of the wish...