Χτυπάει τηλέφωνο [Htipai tilefono] [English translation]

The phone's ringing

it's not for me

this time either

I sit down to recover

my troubled heart

A knock on the door

I say, it's impossible

she has her own key

and still I jump up, I run to open

with a longing of a child

If only you knew how much

my poor knees tremble

every time I here the bell

a knife in my heart

Be at the opening

what is this?

where were you? you tell me something too

you don't speak a word

perhaps I'm at fault for something

and I didn't notice?

Hair a mess

your eyes on the floor

your glance like cloudy water

do you want tea; what do you want me to make you?

There's lightning outside, it's going to rain, I guess

I will lay down to sleep

it'll rain any minute

make yourself a drink, anything you want

and do whatever you think is best