Ήταν πέντε ήταν έξι [Itan Pente Itan Eksi] [English translation]

It was five (o'clock), it was six, then already seven

grief seized me and I cried sorrowfully

I cried 'bout my life and about destiny

my clock says eight o'clock

I read the news and the social (column)

'bout football, 'bout murders and politics

at Asia - troubles and desolation

my clock says nine o'clock

A neighbour spreads clean clothes,

she washes, using a new powder and they're shining

with songs 'bout poverty and foreign lands,

I'm bying a penthouse at Kifissia (Kifissia = an expensive suburb of Athens, which traditionally is inhabited by rich people)

The flowers don't give off a smell, they 're out of plastic

one friend and a love, I had once

now it's raining, someone's running, I can't see,

the clock stopped here.