The train leaves at eight o’clock
for a trip to Katerini
that month November will not come
that eight o’clock you won’t remember
that eight o’clock you won’t remember
the train going to Katerini
that month November will not come
I met you again recently
sipping your ouzo by Lefteris
night won’t come to another place
having your very own secrets
having your very own secrets
and to recall who knows them too
night won’t come to another place
The train leaves at eight o’clock
but all alone you have remained
guarding your post in Katerini
five to eight in the fog
five to eight in the fog
turned into a knife in your heart
guarding your post in Katerini