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