Όταν χαράζει [Otan xarazei] [English translation]

Upon dawn, the first groan

escapes the tightest clenched lips.

Flying like a butterfly inside a chamber

looking for an opening to flee.

If you're alone, if you are weak

the dawn will undo you.

It has the myrrh, it has the stillness,

it has that thug the sun.

A new day, a new river

will at its estuaries offer

that which are lost, that which forgotten

and that which about them no one knows.

Behind the hills, behind the eyelids

there is a place for you too.

Without Bastille, without damnation,

without the lips so tightly clenched.