Σαν αεράκι [San aeraki] [English translation]

my golden love, if you knew, what honey you are for me

the beautiful buds,that smell so nice(free trans.)

and the winds that blow,like unconscious

they don't have the balm,that you have for me

the lake's flowers and the beach's peacefulness

the myrrh,the rosejuice that slowly runs and lost

and the roseplants and the cool flowerflood of the garden

of your two lips the myrrh doesn't come out

I'm going to the lonely sand and alone,what can I do

I'm engraving soft circles on the wet sand

like the wind they disappear in the waves up-up

and I am left in the lonely place alone. what can I do

now the dying, balming wind

sweetly sings sadly knows to sigh

trully it knows to sing more sweet than me

I don't know more sweet but more sad