Γράμμα σ'έναν ποιητή [Gramma s'enan peeiti] [English translation]

I know something Caesar , that could save you

Something that exists in a state of eternal change

Something that traverses the blurry lines of the horizons

And it keeps traveling without stop, the endless earth

Something that would swiftly make the crow,

that's always covering your desk's papers,

to leave while huskily cawing, flapping it's wings,

towards some uninhabited valley of the south

Far, very far away we would be traveling, and the sun would always find us alone,

You'd be smoking Camel cigarettes, yes, and I'd be drinking whiskey in a corner

The foreign states would be welcoming us, the most remote of the states,

and I'd be just introducing you to them, as if they were my sweet past loves

Something that would make your wet paradoxical eyes,

that are loved by delicate school girls and silent poets,

to smile happily and full of expectation,

in such a way, that they have never smiled, as they say

I know something that could certainly save you,

Me, that I've never got to know you, think about it, me

A ship to take you, Caesar, to take us

A ship, that I will be stirring very far away

Far, very far away we would be traveling, and the sun would always find us alone,

You'd be smoking Camel cigarettes, yes, and I'd be drinking whiskey in a corner

And one night in Burma or in Batavia, in the eyes of an Indian girl that will dance

Naked, between the seventeen daggers, you will see Greta returning