Η φαντασία [I Fantasia] [English translation]

You are not to blame, my own fantasy is all to blame,

For shaping you in its own ideal image.

My own fantasy which had deluded me all these years,

That you could somehow unfold my locked-up heart to love.

Tell me, was there EVER a dream

Which turned out to be true ?

A dream which wouldn’t leave scars in most people’s hearts,

And a deep wound in their breast.

You are not to blame, my own fantasy is all to blame,

So, don’t weep now that I’m in a hurry to leave you.

The best for me to do, right now, is to weep

For the shattered hopes and ideals in my heart.

Tell me, was there EVER a dream

Which turned out to be true ?

A dream which wouldn’t leave scars in most people’s hearts,

And a deep wound in their breast.