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From the archive of ERT - Title: The factory Lyrics: Giorgos Skourtis Music: Yiannis Markopoulos First performance: Lakis Chalkias 1974 The factory doesn't stop, it works night and day and what do they call the next door and the crazy Italian if I ask them I can't even get air I work in front of the engine in the two ten shift and from the first moment they sent the controller to me throw a couple of words into my ear. Listen, my friend, emigrant, time is money with the workers, don't talk, take your time, keep it, your son, don't forget it, he's hungry and it's a shame. And there, bent over at my post, I'm forgetting my speech, I'm number eight everyone knows me by that and I keep my name a secret