Αγάλματα [Agalmata] [English translation]

This holy hour

Where our lips meet

And are jailing hundreds of "I love you"

This holy hour

Words aren't needed

Our love is talking

For us two

Statues, we became statues

This holy hour

This moment

Should I died in your hands my love

Should you died in my hands too

Should the kiss have been a knife

This holy hour

That our hands burn

Is our desire a sweet martyrdom

This holy hour

Should have stopped the time

Over the word "I love you"

Statues, we became statues

This holy hour

This moment

Should I died in your hands my love

Should you died in my hands too

Should the kiss have been a knife