Ιστορία παλιά [Istoria palia] [English translation]

Old stories

You’ll come to say to choose

I know them well

I know them I’ve learnt them by heart

Old story

That says to you again I love you

Now I’m going, I’m going away

And whatever you say

It’s late it doesn’t count

If the love breaks

It doesn’t stick again

Now I’m going, I’m going away

I love you but it’s late

Old story

I will say to you once more

Her words precious treasure

Her words are gold

Don’t say her

Don’t say her do you hear me

Your silence is the only gold

I don’t hear you, you haven’t voice

You sold everything, there is a not drachma

And in the battle that you want to go

You have lost it from the beginning

Go away, don’t fight

What did you say to me, what did I say to you

It’s late, it doesn’t count

If the love breaks

It doesn’t stick again

But where are you going?

I’m going away

Do you love me?

I’m telling to you it’s late!

Old story

I’m telling it to you for the last time

Don’t look for end and beginning

Your fire has extinguished

I’m in another season

Your voice pains, don’t say

If you go

I don’t exist either

The story has not

Neither beginning nor ending

Every word is a mortal arrow

And whatever we say

It’s late, it doesn’t count

If the love breaks

It doesn’t stick again

Now I’m going away, I’m going away

I love you, but it’s late

Now I’m going, I love you…