Οι Ψυχές [I Psihes] [English translation]

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