Καλό ταξίδι [Kalo Taxidi] [English translation]

I remember you'd talk to me about far away journeys

and I'd look frozen at the scars on your hand.

This path won't get you anywhere, I'd tell you;

one night you died away like a star.

Your last journey may be a good one my friend;

your name they'll announce on the news and a number.

The dream, my friend, it wasn't yours,

they lend it to you in exchange with a slow death.

Your friends had forgotten about you, your end they told you it wouldn't change

and should someone cry for you

it'd be only your mother.

Your dreams were chained like the ships at the breakwater;

only dust -you said- wouldn't allow you to set sail.

One night of those you felt you had no strength left

you sailed away alone and you cut the ropes.