The Dream
(T'Oneiro kapnos Stis nichtas to balkoni)
I was sowing gra** in your garden
To make the birds return again at night
Which moon did try to take you with him
And leave my world such an empty womb?
On the balcony of night
The sky is getting colder
Our love turns into dust
And love dissolves to smoke
Our youth's been taken by the river
And time transformed into a mountain high
In gale I was your cane and light
In thunderstorms you were my loving pasture