Το Τέλος Στο Σαλόνι [To Telos Sto Saloni] [English translation]

The walls are frozen

the morning humidity

in the vase words from yesterday

still fresh

And the irony:

The thorns are always more

than the petals

I leave the bed

and I walk on the water

God is unemployed

untill I get to the bath

I'm sinking

And I have a hate deeper than love

And I have a love bigger than hate

I don't have the time to think what's more

I don't have the time to think

the water is dragging me

I'm sinking

White is everywhere spread

true serenity

From hot to tepid

Then to cold

And the irony:

Tears into the seabed

have no point

I'm holding from your form

I close my eyes to see you

You're not here

untill I get to the living room I'm drowning

And I have a hate deeper than love

And I have a love bigger than hate

I don't have the time to think what's more

I don't have the time to think

the water is dragging me

I'm sinking

I go to the living room

I welcome you

And I'm drowning