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Μήπως το θυμόμαστε ; BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND (Bob Dylan ,1963) How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? And how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand? And how many times must the cannon balls fly before they’re forever banned? How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? And how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? And how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died? How many years can a mountain exist before it’s washed to the sea? And how many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free? And how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer , my friend , is blowin’in the wind. Αλλά και… OUT IN THE FIELDS (G.MOORE-P.LYNNOT ,1983) It doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right. It makes no difference if you’re black or if you’re white. All men are equal till the victory is won. No color no religion ever stopped the bullet from a gun. It doesn’t matter if you’re left or to the right. Don’t try to hide behind the cause for what you fight. They’ll be no prisoners taken whwn the day is done. No flag or uniform ever stopped the bullet from a gun. There’s no communication , no one to take the blame. The cries of every natin have fallen on death ears again. Out in the fields , the fighting has begun. Out on the streets , they’re fallin one by one. Out from the skies , athousand more will die . Each day death is a heartbeat away. Τώρα τι κάνουμε ;