Οι τρεις ανθοί [Oi treis anthoi] [English translation]

Wake up, my coward and spoiled

heart, wake up

the festival is on

and it's not waiting for us

Wake up to see how the masters

become tatters

and how the beautiful moments

slip like eels

To see the night crabs

how they burn and get frozen

and how the nightingales of rain

knead the mud

Wake up pride and joy to see

the three flowers of saffron

the silence of the last one

the scream of the first one

To see Omar's beard

dripping rubies

and the unsaved suffers

falling in kilns

Wake up, open the doors

so the tired ones get in

so I can get in too (now that)

I'm thirsty for life