Son Volt
Rebetika
I heard voices talk of vast changes
Deliver us, from what's headed our way
Gonna be hard times, gonna be hard times
This world is changing, gonna be hard times
Heap coals of fire, heap coals of fire
Money can't bury the truth on Perdition Road
If one is rotten, if one is rotten
It spoils the barrel, takes away sweetness and light
Time to trim the sails, time to trim the sails
Just ride the current and head towards the light
Sweet Rebetika, Sweet Rebetika
The light dances at the sight of your eyes
From Letras Mania