There's fear in the air
I am hiding in my lair
Poor people are dying
I've got no time to spare
Γύρω μου παντού φόβος
Στη κρυψώνα μου μόνος
Ο φτωχός πεθαίνει
Δε μου περισσεύει χρόνος
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