A BURREN DULLNESS OF A LIFE WITHOUT PASSION
MONSTER OF MY DESERT, WILD BEAST OF MY TOWN, DO NOT FEAR ME
YOUR WALLS REMIND OF A BARMY EXPRESSION, YOUR FIRST PASSION
MOST OF THEM INDIFFERENTLY EMPTY, THEY WEIGH YOU DOWN, WHEREVER YOU ARE
IN DARK ALLEYS, THE SHADOWS DANGEROUSLY CREEP
IN THE ELECTRIFIED "STAY-UP-ALL-NIGHTERS" (NIGHTCLUBS), WOMEN PARTLY HIDE BEHIND OBLIVION
WITHIN THE DAMNED "HASTLING-MARKETS" OF THE AVENUE, THE POLICEMEN, THE RICH PROVINCIAL-MEN, THE BIKERS
UNCOVERED SMALL MASKS, AT DEATH'S CIRCLE (=salto mortale=LEAP OF DEATH)
DON'T TALK ABOUT THE OLD/WORN-OUT "HEARTACHES", "WHEN THEY ARE FACED WITH THE MOST DEMANDING REQUIREMENTS, THEY BACK DOWN" (WITHDRAW)
"THEY HAVEN'T MANAGED TO HOLD ON" AND THEY HAVE VANISHED AWAY, HIDING AWAY IN THE HOLLOWS (CAVES) OF "PARADISE LOST"
ALL THAT IS WORTHY, HURTS AND IS DIFFICULT
SO AS NOT FOR YOU TO SUFFER, GO AWAY FROM ME, HIDE AWAY FROM ME
I DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU ARE LEAVING NOW,
h an afto pou niwthw itan poly, poly gia sena, poly gia sena
ALL THAT IS WORTHY, HURTS AND IS DIFFICULT