it's 12 o'clock and as all the myths say
the ghosts wake up from some fairytale
they have wings, they fly on the clouds and threaten
they are always trying to find companies of people unprotected
It's said thaty they are the souls that haven't yet rested
some forgotten spirit that has lost the way
shaddow on the wall, something behind the courtin
sound like a scream that comes from the kitchen
Some others mock, they don't believe that they exist
some others are afraid that they will die from their fear when they will come
and when the pendant on the wall will strike 12 times
the body paralises and the heart will stop
WE grow up with fairytales, old and young
in the fairytales, only the brave can stand the darkness
don't ask me to tell you what I believe for all this
close the eyes and go up the stairs on your own
it's dsaid that they are the souls that stay, it's said that theya re the shadows
it's said that they sleep during the day and wake up on Sundays
if it happens that in the fairytale you hear screams
if you hear your heart beating very strong
if you come along a fairy good mother or a black elf
don't be scared, they will never heart you
whichever door you find don't hesitate and knock
and if you don't get an answer , don't hesitate to open
if you get lost into the woods close your eyes and your ears
you can make it for alittle while into your dreams ,loose yourself
talk to the moon. go higher that Ares
make 3 wishses now before you rub the lamp
ask whatever you want, do wahtever comes to your mind
there doesn't exist even one person that can forbit it to you
it's dsaid that they are the souls that stay, it's said that theya re the shadows
it's said that they sleep during the day and wake up only on Sundays
it's dsaid that they are the souls that stay, it's said that theya re the shadows
it's said that they sleep during the day and wake up on Sundaysές
στη δική μου γειτονιά οι ψυχές έχουν κρυφτεί
γι' αυτό τις ανταμώνω στα όνειρά μου πιο συχνά
κρύο και υγρό σαν αυτά που καταριόμουν
κάπου στάθηκα, θυμάμαι, μπρος σε κάτι σκαλοπάτια
κάτι μέσα μου θεριεύει και το δρόμο πάντα φράζει
να βρω ν' ανακαλύψω που φυλάς το μυστικό σου
σημαδεύουν τη ζωή μου, συνοδεύουν τη σιωπή μου
και φλερτάρουν σαν κορίτσια συνεχώς με τη σκιά μου
Λένε πως κοιμούνται κάθε μέρα και ξυπνούν τις Κυριακές
Αυτά που χρόνια τώρα έχεις μες στο στήθος σου κρυμμένα