Προλαβαίνω [Prolavaino] [English translation]

I can still make it

to fly for a moment

In the wonderful valley of your throat

In a moment until the taxi comes

Sunday at two and a half

I can still make it

In a flight like thunder

To get high in the crater of your kiss

And no one to ever find be again

Sunday at two and a half

I can still make it, I can still make it

Until the taxi comes

I shall shoo you away and then ask you to return

To ring the bell like crazy

and then to never step close again

Until the taxi comes

I can still have time for my life to destroy

I can still reach a full life

To watch you laugh

the world has been created for us

Sunday two and a half

I can still make it, to want you into my life