Παλιά πληγή [Palia pliyi] [English translation]

Deep wound, old wound

my precious, my own

I tear it away at my heart

it sprouts up in my garden

It mindwinter blossoms

when voices abate

It has a dense foliage

and nails that can make a nick

Beloved faces

beloved eyes

They come as waves

and leave dregs behind them

My smile is dying off

it drinks my tears

It comes when I'm with friends

and it replaces my speech

Deep wound, old wound

tell me what to look at

Should I enter a dark world

or hug you again?