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“Ahaparos”, a satirical song with music and lyrics by Antonis Antoniou, which was inspired by an unfortunate incident that the group experienced at a festival in Cyprus last year. More specifically, the band was performing on one of Nicosia’s main streets, participating in the first Nicosia Buskers festival, when two policemen approached them and insisted on arresting them. After quite a long dispute, the band was given a fine for allegedly violating a colonial law against begging. After the huge attention that the incident got from social media, finally the government apologized to the band, and changed the law with regards to begging so that street artists are not anymore included! This song humorously describes the last thoughts of the chief policeman, some moments before he and his colleague decided to approach the band.
lyrics
(English translation follows)
Επέλλανεν η κκέλλα μου με τούντους σατανάες, κραούσιν κάτι πράματα όπως τους μαστραππάες, τζ΄αννοίουσιν το στόμαν τους τζαι κάτι μουρμουρούσιν, κάπου εξαναείδα το μ΄άνταμπου το λαλούσιν
Εν άδρωποι τούτοι σιόρ τζαι κάχουνται δαμέ, αντί την μάππαν να θωρούν να παν στο καπαρέ
Να πάσιν εις το μπούκκικον να παίξουσιν κουμάριν, να δειξουν τ’αντριλλίκκιν του ποτζεί που΄ν οι αππάροι
Έννεν κατάσταση τούτη εννα τους λαπορτάρω, τζαι να με κάμουν φοινιτζαν τζαι να μου πούσιν πράβο, που έκοψα τους πιλιεττίν τζαι έκατσα τους μέσα, εν θα με πει κανένας τους ποττέ ξανά του σιέσαν.
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«I can’t stand these tramps any longer, holding those things that look like tins
They open their mouths and begin to murmur things, I think I’ve seen this [performing music] before but I’ve forgotten what it’s called.
Oh man, are these people normal? Just sitting here on the street, instead of going to a football match or a brothel, or to a betting shop, or even show off their macho selves at the horse races.
This is unacceptable, I am going to arrest them, and then I will be praised and promoted, for putting these tramps behind bars. No one’s going to call me chicken again”