Το παλιό ρολόι [To palio roloi] [English translation]

The old clock of the small station

stopped at the time of separation.

The sun had set and you were kissing me

you were looking at the trains and not saying a word.

You were lost in the dusk

in the rain shower, inside the smoke

and the darkness.

And the Saturday night became

a flower thrown in the fire.

In our old house every dusk

I come out at the door step and I'm waiting for you

And the trains pass by and whistle

but the swallows aren't coming back.

You were lost in the dusk

in the rain shower, inside the smoke

and the darkness.

And the Saturday night became

a flower thrown in the fire.