As I was born from an emperor fate
An ancient Macedonian womb born me
I fight with an empty quiver during the winter
From the castle until the heart of Platamonas (city in the area of Thessaloniki)
As I am coming here through a Phanariotes' path
A Thessaloniki's backstreet keeps me here
Come to take back your promise at a night
Before it gets erased with a sponge by Vardaris (wind that blows in Thessaloniki)
I am looking for you
I am looking for you in Thessaloniki in the dawn
Your glance is missing from dawn's colours
I am looking for you
I am looking for you with a violin and a moon
Dream, you and fiddle stick are missing
As I am getting drunk with wine of Agion Oros (place under Thessaloniki)
And as I am getting frustrated with an Istanbul's longing
Find the knife that separates us in two
and come here in the bastion of sighs
As on Olympus gods decided about it (12 gods of Olympus)
They give the keys to cold and they killed theirselves
Day is waking up and sleeping alone now
With a motorbike, a computer and a fife
I am looking for you
I am looking for you in Thessaloniki in the dawn
Your glance is missing from dawn's colours
I am looking for you
I am looking for you with a violin and a moon
Dream, you and fiddle stick are missing