Gia óla ikanoí [Tzamáika] [Για όλα ικανοί [Τζαμάικα]] [English translation]

We always make stories about waves

We are pretending they say that we fight the mountains

Other times we measure them like our steps

That will take us to the other side

It's Kithira, Ithaka, Jamaica

I'll wait to walk together

All the way that I(still) have to go

Only with you I want whatever that is left

Only together we are able for everything

When they'll find us in the coast at dawn

It won't be neither late nor early

And with sea reaching our knees

we'll go where noone ever travelled

We remained there still and the day emptied out

Not even today we came closer

The horizon faded before our eyes and got dark

And the island is still land