In der Nacht des 17. September 2013 wurde Pavlos Fyssas, aka Killah P., von Faschisten der „goldenen Morgenröte“ ermordet.
Wut im Bauch. Trauer im Herzen. Kein Vergeben! Kein Vergessen!
I won’t cry, I won’t fear
The world has become a big prison
and I’m looking for a way to break the chains.
There is a place waiting for me,
there at a high mountain peak for me to arrive.
That’s why I stretch again my two hands very high,
to steal some light from the bright stars.
I cannot take it down here and I’m about to choke
from this human misery, as much as sorrow.
I cannot stand it anymore and all these people were not for me,
so I followed another path and not the one they forced me to.
It was rough, tough and with many pitfalls,
bad love and friends like venomous vipers.
It had monsters with strange uniforms
always secretly lurking in the shadows.
Don’t stop if you decide to follow it,
tighten your teeth firmly and do not cry.
I took it myself and reached its end,
and as the old wise people write in books,
when the sun reaches its end,
eagles will light a fire from above.
To those who betrayed me by backstabbing me,
I want them to know that I will not bother to cry.
And to all my old loves,
I want them to know that I will not bother to cry.
And to those that threatened me with burning chains,
I want them to know that I will not bother with fear.
Let them come and find me at the mountain top,
I’m waiting for them and I will not bother with fear.
They told me not to have “crazy” dreams,
not dare to look at the stars,
but I never took them seriously,
I took the whole world in my arms.
They want nowadays to build me a nest
where there’s more fear, ugliness
and a moaning cry and a heavy chain,
carrying the curse of the gods and blasphemy.
I will not shed a tear and I will not be afraid.
I will not let them steal my dreams.
I fly free, high, very high,
while they are jealous of my proud unbound wings.
And I’m waiting for other brothers to come here
in this mountain peak waiting for them all,
as long as they don’t cry and fear living in this well-thought-out fraud.
To those who betrayed me by backstabbing me,
I want them to know that I will not bother to cry.
And to all my old loves,
I want them to know that I will not bother to cry.
And to those that threatened me with burning chains,
I want them to know that I will not bother with fear.
Let them come and find me at the mountain top,
I’m waiting for them and I will not bother with fear.
To those who betrayed me by backstabbing me,
I want them to know that I will not bother to cry.
And to all my old loves,
I want them to know that I will not bother to cry.
And to those that threatened me with burning chains,
I want them to know that I will not bother with fear.
Let them come and find me at the mountain top,
I’m waiting for them and I will not bother with fear.