Those Who Are To Come
(Afti pou tha'rthoun)
Those who are to come
Will find our tears
Will find wounds and smoke
And our joy turned to ashes
And if they take my voice
I'll leave my longings
And if I long for nothing more
I'll leave my dreams
And if they take my life
They'll find my blood
And if my blood turns to water
The birds will drink it