Υπάρχουν χρυσόψαρα εδώ; [Ypárchoun chrysópsara edó?] [English translation]

The islands at night seem like ships

Stopped in the middle of the sea

Their breath has a flavour, a flavour from the past

That they have been resurrected with the tricks of a magician

It wasn’t you that you were talking about flying moments?

It wasn’t you that you were crying for love?

You weren’t saying “People don’t want commands

From machine-people in the role of protector”?

With a cigarette like big chalk

You look like lighthouse where the ships stumbled

With a cigarette like big chalk

You look like lighthouse where the ships stumbled

It wasn’t you who taught me to leave the hair to lengthen?

You were looking for clothes in junkshops

Coz the value that it’s nesting deeply inside us

It’s the free life that you wanted to live

Are there goldfish here? Answer me

In the fish-bowl the water is finishing

Are there goldfish here? Answer me

Ή παραμένει πάντα μαύρος ο βυθός;..

Or does the seabed always remain black?...

With a cigarette like big chalk

You look like lighthouse where the ships stumbled

With a cigarette like big chalk

You look like lighthouse where the ships stumbled