Σαν των ματιών σου τις βαφές [San ton matión sou tis vafés] [English translation]

Your stare was carved into two pieces

with some bitter freshly painted tears.

And you told me at the crack of dawn "get me out of here".

And you chose some drunk words over silence.

Like it or not, the years go by

just like the colourings of your eyes.

And you are now afraid.

Like it or not, the years go by

just like the colourings of your eyes.

You should always remember this advice of mine.

The romances that left you devoid [of company]

have helped you leave with a simple "goodbye".

And yet, one night, you forgot one door open

and a matchbox with your name written upon it.