Ο Τυμβωρύχος [O Tymvoryhos] [English translation]

my words are refugees of the night

they (my words) are going to a destination without return

let the squares to scream, i say to you to let them

maybe you find me there at the next turn

the roads are getting more narrow

my friends are ghosts

and generally the city seems to be

a family grave

i m feeling like sink in the water of Strimonas (greek river)

or (sink like) a fisherman into the alluvium of Kerkini (greek lake)

all these are obvious signs to me

i lost again into her face

In Kyvelia the screen is bleeding

And in endless fields I'm dreaming

In Miramare you always swim alone

And Matthew is long time gone