Ανεμοδαρμένα ύψη [Anemodarmena ipsi] [English translation]

Clothes on the floor

It's a flaw

Soul destined for prison

Cigarette ends in a pile

Crazy and opinionated

I win the unbeatables

But no point in fighting you

With everything or nothing

What more there is to say? I miss you

And I have taken over the bed

Wuthering heights

What more there is to say? I am not like you

I am having conversations with visions

Waves in the living room

Not even a fire-escape

No messages any more

Life owes me

The 'us' and the 'together'

Your body's shadow

Everything that is yours

Your name, your face

What more there is to say? I miss you

And I have taken over the bed

Wuthering heights

What more there is to say? I am not like you

It seems I am not going to make it after all

On walls and bodies

The colours are divine

Even if I had a defense

I wouldn't have leave, i would have stayed

What more there is to say? I am mad

That a red moon burdens me with such sorrow

And I have not concluded yet

I love even if I am changed

Or by choosing you

did I chose to die?

Life owes me

The 'us' and the 'together'

Your body's shadow

Everything that is yours

What more there is to say? I miss you

And I have taken over the bed

Wuthering heights

What more there is to say? I can't make it

What more there is to say? I miss you

And I have taken over the bed

Wuthering heights

What more there is to say? I miss you

I won't make it after all