Teli, teli, teli

Teli teli teli, kalpike dounia,
sematha enteli, de me richnis pia.
Sematha enteli, de me richnis pia,
chilja echis meli kj’adiki kardia.

Ferte moe’ena sertiko tsigaro,
na foemaro, sto charo, na doso roefiksja.
Ferte mou krasi ja na ksechaso,
pos moe balan kji fili moe karfja.

Teli teli teli, kalpikje doenja,
sematha enteli den me richnis pia.

Teli teli teli, kalpikje doenja,
me’kanes koereli den s’ antexo pia.
Me’kanes koereli den s’ antexo pia,
tuti I gi sou theli spirto kai fotia.

Ferte moe’ena sertiko tsigaro,
na foemaro, sto charo, na doso roefiksja.
Ferte mou krasi ja na ksechaso,
pos moe balan kji fili moe karfja.

Teli teli teli, kalpikje doenja,
me’kanes koereli den s’ antexo pia.
Me’kanes koereli den s’ antexo pia,
tuti I gi sou theli spirto kai fotia.

Chords, chords, chords

Chords, chords, chords fake world,
finally I see what you’re about,
you can’t trick me anymore.
Finally I see what you’re about,
you can’t trick me anymore.
You have honeysweet lips but a bitter heart.

Give me a joint to smoke, to inhale death.
Get me some wine to forget,
that even my friends betrayed me.

Teli, teli, teli, fake world,
finally I see what you’re about,
you can’t trick me anymore.

Fake world,
you’ve worn me out, I can’t stand you anymore,
you’ve worn me out, I can’t stand you anymore.
This earth of yours should be burned to the ground.

Give me a joint to smoke, to inhale death.
Get me some wine to forget,
that even my friends betrayed me.

Fake world,
you’ve worn me out, I can’t stand you anymore,
you’ve worn me out, I can’t stand you anymore.
This earth of yours should be burned to the ground.

Music & lyrics: Manos Loizos & Pythagoras
Original “Teli, teli, teli” by: Haris Alexiou
 
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