Winds, blow away the memories Waves, drown the sadness Night, hide your precious secrets well Enter the garden of temptation Try to provoke your fate Ignore the shining mysteries Dance, for their dying joy Sing, for their hopeless cries The clouds are disappearing Fake signs are revealed Illusions cause our madness The desires of a haunted world Hear the sounds of your needs k** your hesitations "All the horizons will have chocked me In every climate, all latitudes Daily struggles for bread and salt Love affairs, boredom Ah! It's now time for me to wear That beautiful white wreath of plaster Thus, with the ceiling as frame around me, All shall admire me" [Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis] [translation by Kimon Friar]