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 you 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 wan to 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 hise from everyone