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Today the town has won, the democracy.

16 of february of 1964 will be remembered as an historic day.

A victorious day for the democratic forces.

Long live Papandreu! Long live democracy!

I can't anymore.

Cruel heart...

Why did I fall in love with you?

Liar, you cheated me.

I say it and it hurts.

You don't deserve it,

not even my hate,

And I repent...

to have loved you so much.

Why don't you commiserate me, you impassive heart?

- Marvelous. - Do you see it?

Antiques...

that's what we have.

Here everything is antique.

Yes...

It's fantastic.

Do you see?

I'm gonna buy this place.

- I told you. - Yes.

Take two, leave one...

Take two, leave one...

your name will be Constantine.

Take two, leave one...

Take two, leave one...

your name will be Constantine.

I don't know you...

but I've always been a liberal.

Take off your jacket..

And the shirt.

Mother, I can't do it.

The queen told me that the throne is in danger.

But, what will my voters say?

At my age, dad had been prime minister twice. I know.

But I can't. I can't.

Today, July 15 of 1965, the new government formed...

by members that have fled the Center Union, have taken an oath.

And so, the crisis has ended, because the government...

of the mayority party, leaded by Giorgos Papandreu...

has resigned after the disagreement with the king...

in the matters of changes in the army.

Aliki!

Aliki, what is it?

I still remember in 47, entering the city with his horses.

Black... Wild...

And the red neighborhood ran after them shouting: "Democracy".

I must had been 15 years old.

My father closed the shutters.

I hated those shoeless masses.

But I...

went to the window...

and saw between the ribbons.

A young rebel...

with a thick beard...

and a scar...

he cleaned his gun, just beneath.

I was frightened.

That night I dreamt that...

I jumped thru the window with his horse...

and he sneaked into my room.

He rushed over me.

His breath burned my face.

By the morning...

in my white sheets there were drops of blood.

Since then, 30 years now...

once in a while...

he comes back.

He jumps thru the window with his horse...

he enters...

rushes over me...

and his breath burns my face.

In the morning, in my bed sheets...

I found drops of blood.

"Alone in the night". Take two.

Action!

I'm alone, I'm alone...

like a shy girl.

The mockingbird in my heart...

doesn't say anything.

I'm alone, I'm alone...

like a shy girl.

The mockingbird in my heart...

doesn't say anything.

A night without love...

I don't know him.

The american base was on the other side of the street.

Drunken sailors.

I was singing.

And I also made a movie.

I got married.

The provinces.

Sometimes it is better in provinces.

I don't know him.

I don't know him.

I don't know him!

Don't have anything to add and I know how to read and write

A cognac?

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In its weakness an open dictatorship is the only exit.

But the path that people demand...

is the restauration of democracy with free elections.

The people want democracy.

The dictatorship, the privileged and the foreigners.

That's why there must be elections in may 11967.

Let's offer our help...

to the Democratic Left united to ratify...

our firm faith in the right of the people,

in the invincible democratic forces,

in the final triumph of democracy.

Long live democracy!

Faciscm won't last! Faciscm won't last!

You're still here?

One, two, three...

With the rifle, in the back...

and our brave heart...

we go to battle and he who is killed...

will know for sure that he won't die.

In our trenches...

Leonidas and his 300 fight...

and with the horn he leads them to charge...

while the russians run for safety.

One left!

One plus one, two!

Five over there!

To communism, brought by foreigners...

we give a brave response...

with out pure patriotism...

we, the new generation.

In our trenches...

Leonidas and his 300 fight...

and with the horn he leads them to charge...

while the russians run for safety.

With the rifle, in the back...

and our brave heart...

we go to battle and he who is killed...

will know for sure that he won't die.

In our trenches...

Leonidas and his 300 fight...

and with the horn he leads them to charge...

while the russians run for safety.

One left!

One plus one, two!

Five over there!

With the king as the supreme commander...

he who enemies fire cannot touch.

We will reach the tree with the red apples...

and we will take the city.

Behind us we have a regime...

that the centuries support.

Homeland, family, religion and salary...

support the immortal pillars.

Everything else is transient...

we write history ourselves...

and talking about ideals...

we talk about democracy.

Behind us we have a regime...

that the centuries support.

Homeland, family, religion and salary...

support the immortal pillars.

With the rifle, with the sword...

and our brave heart...

we go to battle and he who is killed...

will know for sure that he won't die.

Waiting in our trenches...

Leonidas and his 300 fight...

and with the horn he leads them to charge...

while...

The blood of love...

painted me purple...

and untold happiness...

they frightened me.

I rusted with the winds from the south...

of men.

Rose, my Rose...

that never withers.

At high sea...

they stalked me...

with three masted bombers...

and shot me.

My sin, that I also had...

a love.

Distant mother...

Rose, my Rose...

that never withers.

Once in July...

half-oppened...

their big eyes...

in my bowels...

Deposition of Giorgos Fantakis...

contractor.

Those of us who left...

Try to rebuild our lives...

nothing more.

Proyects, works...

The years go by.

Tell me...

The revolution...

when will it happen?

I was talking to the dead body.

I don't know what I was saying.

He is now upstairs.

He's gone mad, I think he's singing.

Pick two, leave one.

Pick two, leave one.

What are you doing, Savas?

Cowards...

ridicules...

you're nothing...

only trash.

They've sold us, Savas...

Just what we needed.

For God sake, no scandals!

They favor no one.

I'm expecting guests!

Listen...

A hunter committed suicide...

in the woods near the lake Pamvotida.

Giorgos Fantakis was found today, dead...

I mean, tomorrow.

He had a deep wound in his chest made by his hunting rifle.

Probable cause of death:

Psychologic anguish or economic reasons.

Do you agree?

Strange.

The blood is fresh, as if he was alive.

Savas.

I leave my homeland and my sad eyes are full of tears.

I leave my homeland and my sad eyes are full of tears.

My sweet homeland, it's filled with tears.

My sweet homeland, I love you deeply.

To a foreign land with sighs, the sun sets, sun rises.

To a foreign land with sighs, the sun sets, sun rises.

To a foreign land with sighs, the sun sets, sun rises.

My sweet homeland, I love you deeply.

I'll love you, I'll love you until the day I die.

I'll love you, I'll love you until the day I die.

My sweet homeland, until the day I die.

My sweet homeland, I love you deeply.

In two minutes the year will leave with the head down, clouded...

and will give way to the new rider with sword and big smile, happy.

The lights will blink and the kisses with give a sweet welcome...

and a woman with silver hair will long the lost time.

In a minute the old year would had left...

and the new would come with eyes full of hope.

Our face will lit with glee, in spite of the new wrinkle.

A tango, a waltz, a wish...

and the sound of glass from the cup.

The rain from the heavenly stars...

and me tied from one verse to other.

In a minute this day will be gone...

and a new one, with blonde hair, will rise.

Every bitter complain will go silent...

and then the poet will declaim again.

The new year will come with sheer.

Place in your finger the ring of youth...

drink wine, drink life, raise the sail...

to sail the year.

Here it comes!

Here it comes!

It's here.

Your Majesty!

I was waiting for you...

Soon the night will burn out.

The light will expand over the eart.

Our love will too decay...

the moment the sun sets.

Tonight the violins will cry...

For our dream that is dying...

so let's forget ourselves...

in the arms of a waltz.

In the farewell, this waltz...

will keep us together...

and within the soul, like a prayer...

each hour will echo.

We won't say goodbye...

so long, boys...

we'll meet again...

frequently in the future.

We don't say goodbye...

so long, boys...

we'll meet again...

frequently in the future.

Tonight the violins will cry...

For our dream that is dying...

so let's forget ourselves...

in the arms of a waltz.

In the farewell, this waltz...

will keep us together...

and within the soul, like a prayer...

each hour will echo.

We don't say goodbye...

so long, boys...

we'll meet again...

Revolutionary Tribune Number 2 in the Democratic Army.

Vitsi, 29 of august of 1949.

In the name of the Revolution.

In the name of the goverment of the Mountains.

Fire!

The End