Δυο βοριάδες [Dio boriades] [English translation]

Yearning and pain are two northern winds, two 1

And I'm here in the middle, separate from you, I'm alone

It was like I had seen you in the folds of the wind

For you to shout to me, "I love you!"

For me to shout to you, "My god."

There are still cracks, and my body is still upright

And you're closing your eyes, you're leaving me in solitude that I can't bear

Loneliness and pain are two roads,

Where can I leave them, to get somewhere else in this world?

I'd want you to see me during an empty vigil

I'd accept you from the depths of my heart,

Like a holy love.

1. Since northern winds tend to be the coldest, it's a bit of a metaphor; yearning and pain are the coldest, most bitter things possible.