THE DESCENDANTS
Joy to you Abel..Joy to you..
Life was given to you
without resistance..
And without you
feeling ashamed..
You brought a bastard
into this world
called Happiness...
Woe to you Cane...Woe to you...
A great vast Desert
is the World for you..
You walk upon it
day and night
without regret..
And like a faithful dog
Does misery follow...
Joy to you Abel...Joy to you...
The World roars
from your many entertainments..
Crazy by the sensational pleasures of Paradise..
Your blood is vaccinated
with the instincts of brutality..
Woe to you Cane...Woe to you...
With your many desires
of the radiating flesh..
A Bible could be written....
But the far away God
didn't give you an oracle..
Because your pettiness was considered to him
so very ridiculous...
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
You can create
dreams of crime..
"Coffee at the Acropolis"...
"A country- house on the Moon"..
"And a love affair with the Virgin Mary of Saints"....
Woe to you Cane...Woe to you...
You also made dreams
As a sheep of God
Which Old Satan triumphed against..
An offer he made -Satan-
for the glory of his own history....
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
All the Great Arts
you put into your Heart..
And you shine with Happiness...
Like a window- display
of Majestic Paradise..
Epidauros, Louvre..
At the Staircase of Milano...
Woe to you Cane..Woe to you...
From time to time
When the Despotism of Destiny falls asleep..
You deceive your sensitivities.. With some circulating
theatrical
companies of the road...
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
Your pleasures
you rise high
every day..
And you make orgies
at the dinner- tables of Satan..
With delicacies
from the very
bottom of the Ocean...
Woe to you Cane.. Woe to you...
You surpass your hunger
with greenies of the fields
of Mother Earth...
And with the the tragic
Bliss on your face..
Thank you, you say,
-For the care of the Gods...
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
Your Patriarchal Inheritances You boast upon..
In deep tunnels and basements of the Underworld,
sealed with the red
color of crime...
Woe to you Cane.. Woe to you...
Your youth bleeds
in the great town- squares..
Something to take
oh, just from this World..
And you are given only
the tragic memories of Mankind...
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
Satisfied and carefree are you
at the summit of Sin..
Lackeys come and beg
for your likelihood and love..
Those who you resent
from very high above...
Woe to you Cane.. Woe to you...
Like a sweaty dog
you lurk round the streets..
Your eyes sparkle
for just a little love..
But nobody desires
your heart of loneliness...
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
With Socrate's jokes
You kill your afternoons..
And at night you write
The Constitutions of the People
In seven- sealed
secret Chambers..
You do all this...
Woe to you Cane.. Woe to you...
Sunk in your eternal, living conviction..
You bring down salvation
for the well- being
of the World...
And your cheap
resinated wine
just harvests the lungs...
Joy to you Abel.. Joy to you...
In the suburbs of the cities
In their very sunny balconies..
In the warm embrace
of the Levant wind
you give yourself
enjoying Aphrodite
with pills of ecstacy..
Woe to you Cane..Woe to you...
Enjoying the awful
stink
of the centre..
You drag yourself with chains..
You fill your veins
of destiny
with cocaine...
To light up the flame
of Revolution...
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Joy to you Cane..Joy to you...
The whole world you left
so speechless..
Because with all these Demons raiding against you..
Faithful to Earth
you managed to be...
Woe to you Abel.. Woe to you...
You know courts and trials
are awaiting you...
And you're making spacecrafts
To other Planets to go and hide...
Joy to you Cane..Joy to you...
In this tragic despair
where the Gods
have deserted you..
A proud finishing- end
do you await...
Assured in the justice
of the only Eternity...
Woe to you Abel.. Woe to you...
Don't forget
in your will
to put Satan..
Who has opened for you
a golden grave....
And a wreath upon you
is the booing of Humanity...
Translated by
VASILIKI KOLLIOPOULOU KALAHANI
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