Στη ντισκοτέκ [Sti discotheque] [English translation]

(In the discothèque, in the old discothèque)

In the old discothèque they brought new lights

The laid new carpets and they opened the door.

Wheel, bag and play truant (1*) and rev up the Husqvarna

And the old men in the passage run in the case of running after them

I wear the leather and the see-through t-shirt

And I make a bum in front of Barbarella. (2*)

My little lay tells to me "Give a bit a MMM to me"

I say to her in English and I enter in the gist

Let’s go to shake our bodies under the disco ball

Now that the D.J mixes "Kolegiala". (3*)

I dance Michael Jackson (4*) and everybody admires me

And my white sock phosphoresce in stroboli (5*)

And everybody was there Sofia and Stamatis

Panos, Stathis and Ketoula (6*) and the Caliph of Bagdad.

But you didn’t come, your smile.

My half life is missing and what is yours

And the music (and this one) doesn’t have rhythm like yesterday

The night (and this one) doesn’t run anymore and I forget the dance. (7*)

The laughters (aha) bother me and in smoke

I’m looking around me and I’m trying to find you.

(In the discothèque, in the old discothèque)

In the discothèque the rhythm has changed now

The dance that you had taught to me seems foreign (strange).

Now the mode commands the hand-kissing

Of every Hommo-Sapiens that they have for doorman

T-shirt Enterprise and doumsi doumsi doum (8*)

Cosmogony, ecstasy and the doctor Doom

-"I’m Sorry mister you drink my drink"

-"What are you saying, this is my snack"

-and I was from them who cannot learn verses

Now my best verses don’t exist anymore

But I learn the easy and scanty words

I’ll sing in some time the dog songs (9*)

Paparazzi and models, failed actors

Since everybody is having fun, why are you sad?

It’s that you’re missing, your smile

My half life is missing and what is yours

And the music (and this one) doesn’t have rhythm like yesterday

The night (and this one) doesn’t run anymore and I forget the dance. (7*)

Laughters that (aha) bother me and in the smoke

I’m looking around me and I’m trying to find you.

(In the discothèque, in the old discothèque)