Οι φίλοι μου χαράματα [Oi filoi mou charámata] [English translation]

I hear laughter and footsteps on the stairs

my friends again come home at dawn

still holding their bottles of beer

they pass my door singing happily

And I' m still waiting for your laughter

holding a glass,turbid by my breath

I hear a knock on my door, but I don't answer

because tonight I want to hide from everyone

Because I can't stand them coupled

and I,without having you to hold in my arms

What am I doing here,with so much love around me?

I envy them all

and I'm longing for your caress

A body lost in the winds

What am I doing here among the lovers?

I' m out of lies to tell them

I told them you travel for your work

and while I want be part of their joy

I let my pride prevail

Because I' m still waiting to hear your footsteps

holding a glass turbid by my breath

I hear a knock on my door ,but I don't answer

because tonight I want to hide from everyone