I've put for the first time ever
some big bet
that where we grew up
we've learned something else.
I've learned from school
not only how to count
the children in my neighbourhood
have learned how to love.
If you hear some voices
the night in your dreams
then remember the square
in your old neighbourhood
or the (piece of land where children used to play in the big cities) with the rocks
a little bit over Thivon (avenue)
the one that now has become
a toy factory
I remember still more, trips
and the best hide-out
with our bikes secretly (we were going)
from Agia Varvara to Drapetsona (they are neighbourhoods of Piraeus)
To (the church of )St.Dionisios I got drunk
with two friends a Wednesday
and a pretty good chick
that eventually she was not that good
I grow up and I forget
only the bad people
Those that spoke with curses
because they never learned manners.
But I never forget
my old neighbourhood
because on the bench of the square
I have curved my dreams.
I want to go back to the old (places)
I want to go back to my old neighbourhood
I want to go back to find you
one night is enough
I'm going a stroll to the old (places)
to Nikaia,to Kokkinia (neighbourhoods of Piraeus)
I will drink wine and get drunk
I will stay all night in Piraeus
I grew up,I longed
the things I left behind
My heart you are alone
this night melts me
I want to go back to...