Χάλια [Halia] [English translation]

Look at her how she's serving

whiter than her apron

How she keeps up her tray

and her dignity

A rose in the shells

and a Goddess amongst the mortlas

the trap to become again a mess

Becuase you already feel like Cagney,

in front of Rita Hayworth

in the bad smell of the underground life

You wonder if she's alone

if she gets scared, if she gets angry

she will give you some signal

stay a bit more and you will see

She asks you "Will you drink something"

and you hear it as if it's a poem

you say: "I dont know, whatever in whatever way"

It will be a pity if someone else takes her from you

Since you were the first to feel the corals of her depth

But then again maybe all of these

are just a trick for you to become again a mess

But her, she has the way

to empty your ashtray

laughing at a joke, that you will never say to her

and you want to leave, but you are drunk

and at your house there is still

that sea of debris of your lost life

A sea of bottles, and books and smoke

and everything you need to become again a mess

But for sure also her has been hurt

some guy could be in the middle

One of those gym guys

at the stations of "Evga"

who would want her to be more paper

more blonde, more naked

and who of course never would have said "I love you" to her

Simply he might have found another one from a different neighbourhood

and left the other one in a big mess

Tonight a train is leaving

for a beautiful and strange place

But for the first time

you feel that everything is happening here

Jesus is being born in a month and whatever you wish for you should start

Everything will always be black but will hide a fire

and tomorrow you will be here again

but finally you will say to her

that only for her you want to become a mess