Φεγγάρια χάρτινα [Feggaria hartina] [English translation]

A rain should* come to fill the roads **

and you should get in from the window like a shadow

stand there without talking

Words are forgotten, you'll see

You might have gone, you might have gone

You were always somewhere else but now you've slipped away

You might have gone, you might have forgotten

I marked the road with signs, but you lost them

I'm hanging paper moons from the sky

and you burnt them, you burnt them

Air should* come and take away the traces

that, even years later, remind of you strongly

closed drawers that I have opened

I'm feeling you even if you are far