Σαν τα Άλλα Κορίτσια [San ta Alla Koritsia] [English translation]

I can't stand this, this night is exasperating me

he who still hopes

still hurts and weeps

and I have such few things I can call mine now

another full sip

a deep cut in me, hidden somewhere

And the mascara was running down the dance floor

and everyone was staring at the girl who danced while crying, she was dancing, dancing

and she wasn't like the other girls

ten missed calls on her cell-phone

from deceitful, inappropriate lovers

and she's still dancing, she's still dancing

but she's doing it for herself and not for them

The daughter of nothingness

the daughter of a withering jasmine

the rope in a hanging man's home

the girl no one listened to

and I have my youth in my purse

everybody's expectations in the ashtray

and all my little sins in my coat's inside pocket

And the mascara was running down the dance floor

and everyone was staring at the girl who danced while crying, she was dancing, dancing

and she wasn't like the other girls

ten missed calls on her cell-phone

from deceitful, inappropriate lovers

and she's still dancing, she's still dancing

but she's doing it for herself and not for them

And I still haven't learn who's who out of the people that surround me

and I'm still dancing, even though now there's smoke dancing around me

And when the weird girl that danced while crying left the dance floor

the stars stooped lighting up the night sky

the cell-phone's ringing but she can't hear it anymore

and the sky outside filled with colors

and she's still dancing, she's still dancing

but no one ever saw her again