Πριν Το Τέλος [Prin To Telos] [English translation]

The little train returns lit up and steaming in the wind

Below the sea with a lone boat and the moon beyond it

I often remember when you wore a white dress

and holding my hand told me 'Just being alive is not enough for me'

In the songs that we sang together, our voices would lower.

Into the little bench we etched a heart that was later betrayed.

Once you told me 'We mustn't feel for others'

Before the end, somehow the silence is like a great love, mmm

And I have always lived here ever leaving before the end

Every night which passes I return again becoming darkness

And I surrender to the rhythm of you which still burns

this body where I have lived for years without a shadow.

Every night which passes is like a movie

And all that we lived is projected on the background of the town square

Every night which passes I'm always here

Always leaving before we are left alone so as not to see the end.

On the iron steps you told me 'We will live a little'

The night begins to fall deeply and the air chokes me.

Motor cycles forgotten and without owners in the dusty road.

Think of a black and white ground and we are pawns.

One time you told me 'we mustn't feel for others.'

Before the end, somehow the silence is like a great love.

And I have always lived here ever leaving before the end

Every night which passes I return again becoming darkness

And I surrender to the rhythm of you which still burns

this body where I have lived for years without a shadow.

Every night which passes is like a movie

And all that we lived is projected on the background of the town square

Every night which passes I'm always here

Always leaving before we are left alone so as not to see the end.