Αγάλματα [Agalmata] [English translation]

In this holy hour

When our lips meet

And lock up thousands of 'I love yous'

In this holy hour

We don't need words

Our love speaks for the both of us

Statues, we'd become statues

In this holy hour

At this moment

My love, I'd die in your arms

You'd die in my arms, too

As if a kiss were a knife

In this holy hour

When our hands are burning

When longing is both sweet and torturous

Time would stop in this holy hour

When the words 'I love you' were spoken

Statues, we'd become statues

In this holy hour

At this moment

My love, I'd die in your arms

You'd die in my arms, too

As if a kiss were a knife