Γιορτή [Yiortí] [English translation]

My words are a sweet prayer

they perch outside your closed window

and if you'd let them, they'd open a crack

from your small cell to infinity

But you remain silent and mourning

Like a convict over the ash that covers paradise

Over the ash...

Set fire to that which burns you, to that which eats your soul

Outside the streets are breathing, thirsty, open

Love, it's a journey from party to party

Live with me in the air, in the flames, in the rain

Empty days, cracked skies await us

Love, it's a journey from pain to pain

My words are a hopeless wish

Wiped out lights in a graceless room

And if you'd let them, they'd burn the silence

And dissipate your hidden complaints

But you remain silent and mourn like a convict

Over the ash that covers paradise

over the ash

Set fire to that which burns you, that which eats your soul

Outside the streets are breathing, thirsty, open

Love is a journey from party to party

Live with me in the air, in the flames, in the rain

Empty days, cracked skies await us

Love is a journey from pain to pain

Set fire to that which burns you, that which eats your soul

There's something more, there's still something that hasn't been lost

Love is a journey from party to party

Live with me in the air, in the flames, in the rain

Empty days, cracked skies await us

Love is a journey from pain to pain

Love is a journey from party to party

Love is a journey from pain to pain

Love is a journey from party to party

Love is a journey from pain to pain