Not that much of my type but i liked the music and the lyrics it has something that gave my leg parkinson. 7/10
The big game is starting, and the stadium fills up
with every goal all hell breaks loose
but the competition is rigged, sold from the beginning
and you are choking inside your two-coloured scarf
Ellas, Ellas! What's going to become of us, my friend?
Ellas, Ellas! Talk to us and don't love us.
The storm will blow over, you say, but the people have lost it
the garbage is giving a party in the streets
the radio and TV have closed their claws
and the posters are spitting honey with nails in it.
Ellas, Ellas! What's going to become of us, my friend?
Ellas, Ellas! Talk to us and don't love us.
In this wild whirlpool, tell me, what will be left standing?
I'm calling out to you and you are not talking to me
You are looking for the greatness they told you about in school
and I am a stranger and an immigrant to you, Ellas!
Ellas, Ellas! What's going to become of us, my friend?
Ellas, Ellas! Talk to us and don't love us.
I have no taste for foul play, I'm coming back to you,
the two of us together, we can! Give me two kisses...
All seems lost, but, my dear, I've got you
I'm taking strength from your embrace
Ellas, Ellas! What's going to become of us, my friend?
Ellas, Ellas! Talk to us and don't love us.
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