"The Girl From Smyrna"
"Inspired by the song 'Izmir'in Dagarlinda'"
The girl from Smyrna is quite pretty nice
She is made of sugar and of fiery spice
Skin kissed by the heat of the morning sunrise
Embraced by the breeze of the sea where she lies
The girl from Smyrna is quite pretty nice
But she prefers to be with the so-called wise
Books over the fan, against the norm and flow
Reason over beauty as the few hath known
Love tempered with courage as the struggle lies
With her bayonet thrust her foes till it dies
Her songs heal the wounded so is her smile
Loving eyes from hers inspires all to the mile
The girl from Smyrna is quite pretty nice
Yet she firebomb the system once, twice, thrice
Shameless for her love is for all than alone
Till death is her oath, till the rising of the dawn
Every way, street, square lies the barricade
She and her men hath dutifully made
Hordes of the old order cannot pass on by
Yet for the long tired comes the way where it lie
The girl from Smyrna and her deviant kin
That the order think of them bandits and mean
No! Said by the have not for their eyes have seen
The love that makes them resist as they've been
Every march comes riot, all have bombs in hand
The system felt shaking with their just demand
No matter the latter impose martial law
She and all will never bow down low
Love tempered with courage as the struggle lies
With her bayonet thrust her foes till it dies
Hordes of the old order cannot pass on by
Yet for the long tired comes the way where it lie