Come Pass By Us In Calithea Poem by Ahmad M. Bassioni

Come pass by us στην Καλλιθέα
Η μπύρα τους είναι ωραία
For 'Their beer is good', we loudly shout
For a tale of winter we're here about.

A tale of love, a tale of hate
A tale of pain and another of fate
'Δεν ξέρουμε τη μοίρα μας'
'though it's carved on the hearts of us.

Come sit with us στην Καλλιθέα
Η ζωή μου δεν είναι ωραία
Αλλά... είναι της λύπης, του πόνου
For life is of pain and regretting due.

A tale of a death, a tale of life
A tale of a heart implanted with a knife
Γαία, μάτηρ παντός, χαίρε
Ashes to ashes, dust to be.

Come weep with me στην Καλλιθέα
Oι φίλοι μας έχουν φύγει, we shout, "δεν ωραία"
Our friends of Greeks, Franks and Brits
Hearts are slit and torn into bits.

A tale of faces, a tale of races
A tale against odds, bets with aces
Τώρα, εγω... είμαι μόνος
Τώρα... ολομόναχος...

Come pass by me στην Καλλιθέα
Η μπύρα τους είναι ωραία
For 'Their beer is good', I barely shout
No one's here, and to my business I be about.