Βαριά ποτά, βαριά τσιγάρα [Variá potá, variá tsigára] [English translation]

Strong drinks, strong cigarettes

in the bars of loneliness trickle by trickle

an old song is puling

telling how your lips didn't get enough

Even if it's not the world you dreamt of

even if it dresses you up in false hopes

the night seems to be your friend tonight

the moon (is) red, put it on your lips

Strong drinks, strong cigarettes...

Wherever you are, don't shed a tear

come back alone at dawn

look at the stars, strange and sorrowful (they are)

asking you, telling you about me

Even if it's not the world...

Strong drinks, strong cigarettes...