Τέρμα [Terma] [English translation]

Empty night in Thisio - Gazi (Towns in Athens)

An inhospitable night, like you

Our broken images are

in deserted houses and columns

Mentally, I cross-examine you

I drink up all my loneliness

And like a fight in a cafe,

there are 2 voices playing in my head

And I blast the volume of the voice that says "it's over"

I paid with blood for the other voice that longs for you

I'm abandoning the memory of you

Since you don't miss me, like I miss you

And I blast the volume of the voice that says "it's over"

I paid with blood for the other voice that longs for you

And if my grievance is what keeps me going

I don't owe you a favor like that

Like a white piece of paper

I finally throw you in the lighter's flame

Against the wind going uphill

You are in the garbage truck,

Along with all the other garbage

Without perfumes and jewellery

Tomorrow is a lighthouse with no light

Like my wet cigarette

I'm going to salvage the "goodbye"

And I will listen to both voices