Του κάτω κόσμου τα πουλιά [Tou káto kósmou ta pouliá] [English translation]

Full of bitterness the weather is prowling

to find you within the alleys of the netherworld

and for thirteen centuries,

being idle,

it's been looking for your arc and to drink your blood

Men holding whips and clushing rocks await for you

dressed in silver,

a bride stays sleepless,

and she has Cyclades islands hanging from her ears

and her bed is the killer's lair

Hidden the bitter words within the seashell

hidden the enchantments of the sea within the North wind

The oil lamp in the house is going to go out at some point

and you won't be able to find neither the door or the lock

The birds and the peacocks of the netherworld

are embroiding with light and night a dress for you

people are gnashing and grinding their jaws

they jump and run and catch up with you midway