The golden rag that Nefeli used to wear on her hair
To distinguish from anyone else in the vineyard
Came two young young angels
And stole it from her
Two young angels
That in their dreams wanted Nefeli
To feed her pomegranate and honey
For her not to remember, to forget what she wants
Witched her
Hyacinths and lilies
Stole her perfume and wear it
And the loves by throwing shuttles, make fun of her
But good Zeus
Bring for her the water of puberty
Turns her into a cloud and scatter her
For her not to be found
Two young angels
That in their dreams wanted Nefeli
To feed her pomegranate and honey
For her not to remember, to forget what she wants
Witched her