Tis Gerakinas Gios

There's no matress for me to lay on, Or even a light for me to read, Your sweet letter, ah mother1 It's summer and it's cold My cell is, 1 meter x 2 meters, ah mother But I won't live bowed down on my knees I am the son of a falcon So what if they wound me? I can withstand the fires Mom, don't be sad, mom, don't cry I lay down, A bloody piece of clothing to rest on, The moist cement, ah, mother In the cell next to me, They brought some brother How much longer will this go on? Ah, mother But I won't live bowed down on my knees...