Δώδεκα [Dodeka] [English translation]

12 o clock, not even one phone call

You don t dial the number of my loneliness

And the distance between us is growing

12 o clock, not even one phone call

In the unbearable space of my mind

You seem like a distant dream that goes away

And the phone is not ringing, the plaint is choking me

Cause you never understood what I am going through

And that my agony has grown like a mountain

12 o clock, my hope was hung

In a telephone line that remained dead

And my heart that shouts that I love you

12 o clock

12 o clock, not even one phone call

You don t dial the number of my loneliness

And the distance between us is growing

12 o clock, not even one phone call

I cannot stand this suffering

And I want to tell you that everything is over

And the phone is not ringing, the plaint is choking me

Cause you never understood what I am going through

And that my agony has grown like a mountain

12 o clock, my hope was hung

In a telephone line that remained dead

And my heart that shouts that I love you

12 o clock