Greek Lyrics: The roads, emptyby George Dalaras English The roads you were taking, (were) empty the friends are not arriving, either. The wind blows a scrap of paper about freedom and peace. But I, I am not free, there is no peace in my soul My body is parched from love, my life is a desert wasteland. The roads you were taking, (were) empty in the lost city. And the love inside my breast is drawing breath like a wounded being. In the cold house, the television shows murders and executions, and I am beating a black drum with illusionary shots Greek Lyrics |