Σαν Των Ματιών Σου Τις Βαφές [San ton matión sou tis vafés] [English translation]

Your gaze engraved in two

with bitter painted tears

and in the morning you told me " take me from here"

and from silence you preferred a couple of drunk words

The years will go by, want it or not

like your eye paints

and you are afraid

The years will go by, want it or not

like your eye paints

remember me, remember me

Your loves left you alone

they taught you how to leave with a "goodbye"

but one night you forgot and let one door open

and a matchbox that your name was written.