Καθρέφτης [Kathreftis] [English translation]

One day a lady came to the village

And everyone ran to see her.

Someone threw her some bread

And others threw her stones

To save themselves from the ugliness.

And a child gave her a red rose,

A child

A child asked her to sing a song,

A child

And he told her never to say to them

How ugly do they look,

The ones who loath you

But are still stand and watch you.

And she told him never to look

The other person in the eyes

Because you become a mirror

And everyone tears you into pieces.

One day came to the village

A wounded angel.

They brought him in a cage

And the crowd was savagely buying tickets,

To watch his beauty.

And a child, beautiful like a tear, an angel,

A child

A child asked him to sing a song

A child

And he told him 'if you want to be saved from your beauty

To take an ax and a sword

And to cut your wings.'

And he told him never to look

The other person in the eyes

Because you become a mirror

And everyone tears you into pieces.