Dimitra Galani - An lyrics

she hangs about her garden she's chatting with the flies avidly reads the cla**ics she never ever sighs a cigarette is always extension of her time gives her a new lease of life to find the perfect rhyme she now enters the bedroom unmakes the bed, lies down studies Sylvia Sexton and tightens her night gown there is a curse around her she explains to her gas fire that feminist production was not to take her higher mi mou milas gia agapi (=do not talk to me about love) (she hangs about her garden) mi mou milas (don not talk to me) petheni to oniro mas (=our dream is dying) (she never ever sighs) mi mou milas mi mou milas gia agapi (san klene ta poulia) (=as birds are crying) mi mou milas gia agapi (stin ermi akrogialia) (=at the lonely coast) petheni to oniro mas (stin adia akrogialia) (=at the empty coast) mi mou milas gia agapi (san klene ta poulia) mi mou milas gia agapi stin ermi akrogialia) the gas stove in the kitchen warms up her lettered past of fantasies of lovers that rose and baked fast mi mou milas gia agapi (mi mou milas)