Για την Ελλάδα [Gia Tin Ellada] [English translation]

Vineyards and gold olives

my dear Greece, you look exactly as you want to

fire and wind, under the daylight.

On one hand you're a European prostitute

on the other, an ancient piece of art

why? why?

Come back and show me your way once more

my darling, part of me

like an unfinished letter that the time's worn out

full of names and colors.

Bare trees and branches

and they've flown away

birds and stars, in foreign lands.

It's always been this way, you laughing at me

we're children of oblivion

I'm listening to you, confused and dazed.

I want to climb up to your sky tonight

and find you

embrace me so I can disappear into your darkness

enchantress, I loved you.