an itane to edafos sou prosforo
your ground was suitable
tha sou ftiahna mia pista apo fosforo
I would made for you a dance floor from phosphorus
me dodeka diadromous dodeka tromous
With twelve corridors, twelve fears
me vismata ki entaseis forites
With plugs and portable intensities
me peismata ki aeropeirates
With spites and high jackers
an itane i agkalia sou oasi
Your embrace was oasis
tha sou ferna diskakia gia akroasi
I would brought you disks in order to hear them
sto liknisma tis ammou stala i kardia mou
In the sway of the sand, my heart (is) drop
ki i dipsasmeni mou psihi stratos
And my thirsty soul (is) army
kai pano tis zois o aetos
And over life’s eagle
oneira oneira floges makrines mou
Dreams dreams, my distant flames
tou fevgiou mou oneira, ki agnostes fones mou
Dreams of my escaping, and my unknown voices
koimisou esi ki ego tha oneirevomai
Sleep and I’ll dream
san isihos theos tha ekporevomai
Like a silent God I’ll emanate
ap to aspro sou to hioni dihos sentoni
From your white snow without sheet
sta nihia tou kakou ti nihta afti
In the evil’s nails this night
ki o thanatos lipatai na kriftei
And death feels sorry to hide himself