Ζητάτε να σας πω [ Zitàte na sas pò] [English translation]

You ask me to tell you

my first song

my passed-by pigheadedness

you ask for ,saw eyes

to tear me apart

In an old wound

that still bleeds

don't turn the knife

since everyone knows

what pain will bring me

It is very hard

to be asked to sing

an old song

you're trying to forget

In your feast

it wouldn't be right for me

instead for another drink

to drink poison

with such a song

You laugh ironically

and telling secrets

perhaps with some contempt

since years passed by

why do you cry eternal

Why do you resent

as we did not see

a beauty in this life

nature didn't give us

a heart to love

Ah,hearts are not

made from same ingredients

neither beauties

and in the world fairly shared

And in companion

each sip i take

i forget a beauty

that filled with passion

my old song