Since it sowed me an imperial fate
an ancient Macedonian womb it brought me into life
with empty quiver I fight the winter
from the castle in Platamona’s heart
Since a phanariote path brings me
a backstreet of Salonika keeps me
come a night to take the promise
before Vardaris erases it with sponge
I’m looking for you
I’m looking for you in Salonika in the daybreak
your glance is missing from the colours of the dawn
I’m looking for you
I’m looking for you with a violin and a moon
dream is missing, you and the bow
Since I get drunk with a wine from Holy Mountain (Agion Oros)
and with a longing from City* I’m upset
find the knife which separates un in two
and come here in the bulwark of sighs
Since Gods in Olympus have decided it
they gave to the cold the keys and they killed themselves
now the day is waking up and is sleeping alone
with moped, computer and flute
I’m looking for you
I’m looking for you in Salonika in the daybreak
your glance is missing from the colours of the dawn
I’m looking for you
I’m looking for you with a violin and a moon
dream is missing, you and the bow