Έπιασε βροχή [Épiase vrochí] [English translation]

It's raining

my refreshment and celebration

dust on the past

and wind in the hair

My eyes* my eyes

I gather my pieces

return to the house

and I have the keys

At times when

the moon lights for me

and I watch and sit up

my soul*, here I'll

be born again

My light*, lighting

is the wind's son

and when it speaks to me

I'm excited by joy

Hold me, sky

I know you'll say

Yes

I forget the night

my brother son

*all terms of endearment