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 [bad word] 
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