Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
The lyrics are twisting in my mind while I’m walking in the almost empty street. Sunday mid-August and the city…
Και στη γη των Μακεδόνων φθάσαμε και στου Άξιού το ρεύμα και στον ελώδη της Βόλβης νεροκαλαμώνα και στο βουνό το Παγγαίο, στην Ηδωνίδα γη. Και τη νύχτ” αυτή σήκωσ” ο θεός πρώιμο χειμώνα και παγώνει του Στρυμόνος το αγνό το ρεύμα. Και (τότε) ακόμη κι…