Ο χορός [κλείσε τα μάτια] [O horos [kleise ta matia]] [English translation]

A journey begins

A distant journey

Rainbow which laughs

And it throws you to the emptiness

Favourite colours

Smell which follows you

Thousands of thoughts wasted

And love in the rain

Close the eyes and leave the mind

Open the hands and touch the sky

Give to your madness a little from the light

Forget the tomorrow, the dance begins

Music which talks to you

Music which leads you

Words which sing to you

And they forget your truth

Dreams hidden well

In golden hair

Spring taste from inside of you

And at the midnight embraced