Προσωπικά [Prosopika] [English translation]

Personally, I don't have feelings for you as a friend

Only love offended steps

That make me leave quickly

Personally, I don't want anything logical with you

The sound of your voice match with me, tragically

And finally, I don't change your body with your perfect life

Personally I get crazy

To be and to seem your fairytale

Personally I can't feel

If what we live is truth or illusion

Personally, it happens to be nights with folk songs

Dressed and empty and lefted, generally

To translate the scene, dramatically

Personally, my time goes roundly

And my tone changes in the end, especially

That's why I insist even if you give me no chance, definetely