Οι παλιές αγάπες πάνε στον παράδεισο [Oi paliés agápes páne ston parádeiso] [English translation]

A burden of dullness life would be without lust.

Monster of my dessert, wild beast of my city;

do not fear me.

The eccentric expressions on these walls are reminiscent of your first love.

Most of them empty reminders wherever you may be.

In the dark alleys dangerous shadows lurk.

At the electrified red-light districts brothels & bars; women stand half hiding in oblivion.

Dammed at the avenue of Hells Bazzar are the corrupt police officers, & the hardened outlaw bikers.

Their identities ruled powerless by deaths call.

At the dawn of mortality who will each quiver too;

The Angel or The Demon?

At the edge of their fingertips, after a debaucherous night.

Of past loves do not speak a word,

for at life’s biggest needs they have pushed back.

Souls that could not bare together and drifted far appart,

love forever hidden in caves of a lost paradise.

All that is worthy hurts, and is difficult.

So as for you not to suffer,

leave far from me, hide from me.

Now i don’t know if you are leaving me for my imperfections,

or if what I desire is to much for you.

Of past loves do not speak a word,

for at life’s biggest needs they have pushed back.

Souls that could not bare together and drifted far appart,

love forever hidden in caves of a lost paradise.

All that is worthy hurts, and is difficult.