I poli griza, ta fota xamila kai ena dakri sto prosopo kila ki i nixta apopse sta matia mou rogmi pia xeria se aggizoun pio xadi, pio kormi
Eisai akoma mia pligi eisai arrostia mou krifi kai se thelo kathe nixta pio poli eisai akoma mia pligi eisai arrostia mou krifi den antexo makria sou oute stigmi.
M'agaliazei to skotadi sto krevati kathe vradi kai den vlepo to diko sou ourano to mialo mou kiklous kanei to parapono me pianei pou me afineis m'ena oneiro gimno
M'agaliazei to skotadi sto krevati kathe vradi mia signomi den sou ftanei ti na po kai tha kano oti zitiseis ftanei mono na gyriseis ti sou ftaio pou akoma s'agapo
I vrisi stazei mou kanei sintrofia kai stala-stala gia sena mou mila tholo to tzami, to soma mou stegno kai xanomai apopse stis nixtas ton kapno.
Eisai akoma mia pligi eisai arrostia mou krifi kai se thelo kathe nixta pio poli eisai akoma mia pligi eisai arrostia mou krifi den antexo makria sou oute stigmi.
M'agaliazei to skotadi sto krevati kathe vradi kai den vlepo to diko sou ourano to mialo mou kiklous kanei to parapono me pianei pou me afineis m'ena oneiro gimno
M'agaliazei to skotadi sto krevati kathe vradi mia signomi den sou ftanei ti na po kai tha kano oti zitiseis ftanei mono na gyriseis ti sou ftaio pou akoma s'agapo
The city is gray, the lights are low and a tear rows to the face and the night tonight in my eyes a crack which hands are touching you which stroke, which body
You are still a wound you are my secret illness and I wan't you every night more and more You are still a wound you are my secret illness I can't stand away from you even a moment.
Dark hugs me at bed every night and I don't see your sky my mind makes circles and I complain that you leave me with a naked dream
Dark hugs me at bed every night a sorry is not enough what can I say and I'll do whatever you ask it's enough only that you come back why it's my fault that I still love you
The spring drips it keeps me company and drop by drop it talks about you the pane is hazy,my body is dry and I'm loosing myself tonight in night's smoke.
You are still a wound you are my secret illness and I wan't you every night more and more You are still a wound you are my secret illness I can't stand away from you even a moment.
Dark hugs me at bed every night and I don't see your sky my mind makes circles and I complain that you leave me with a naked dream
Dark hugs me at bed every night a sorry is not enough what can I say and I'll do whatever you ask it's enough only that you come back why it's my fault that I still love you
