Egeli Lodos [English translation]

It's sleepings turned to left

It's killer turned to left

It's quiet life

Adventure was much

Help blows

My fire turned to candle without wick

While my dry cold is effecting inside of me

I'm Aegean Southwester

I don't bend my head to stranger wind

Don't be rude

My gentle heart is fragile

Lean on my chest, come on, bre

My fate is not to be wine when I'm grape

You can not see me when I'm your eye