Gonna move to the mountains
And build a hut
Steal your weapons
And become aramia

Under the Spider
In the village of Kornishor
Shoulder to shoulder
With Postol

Here comes Albert
With a boat storming through the swamp
Me and Luka are waiting
In between Vladovo and Tehovo
Cock your guns
And watch them from your window
Swinging with the breeze
Hanging from the oak trees

Aramia
Aramia
Aramia
Aramia

The dogs are barking
On the streets of Boymitsa
I hear their voices
All the way to Gumendje

The secrets of the marsh
Unfolding in front of your eyes
Even 20, 000 golden liras
Won't make me back down
Spies and traitors
Killed in freak accidents
Bizarre death stories
Written by my shaky left hand

Aramia
Aramia
Aramia
Aramia

Sent a friend
To poison me
A parade with my severed head
Through the center of the village