Φεύγω [Fev́go] [English translation]

I am pushing the night onwards

it ignites and it dawns

at the last sip

I swear so that it ends

anything that ends.

I'm getting on the train at dawn

so it finds me someplace else

this day that will start

to save me from there

where I was a stranger.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, everyday I'm leaving,

meter by meter, and more further away.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving, all these years I'm leaving,

increasingly closer to my heart.

I'm throwing a light on my eyes

and I'm interrogating by my own,

my seperated self

is the one that seperated the world

by mistake.

I'm wondering what's to blame, what

that we dream while we're awake,

and is it this oblivion

that opens the doors in the morning

at the first knock.