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Paralio

kai moiazei i mera san na 'xei enothei me ti nixta

Kai moiazei o thanatos san na 'nai i zoi gia mena
kai tis kardias mou oi xtipoi fainontai stin othoni
san mia eftheia grammi sinexomeni
Kai moiazei o xronos , pou dixos na theleis stamatises
dhipla me 'xei allaksei

kai niotho to fovo sto stithos mou mesa

pikro san apomeinari apo kafe se flitzani
Kai vlepo to fos tou mialou sto domatio
oso paei kathe mera, ligo ligo na svinei

Kai mes' ston kathrefti to prosopo mou allazei

Kai ginetai ena prosopo allo, pou den to gnorizo
Kai me tromazei

Paralio

Niotho ton kosmo kato ap' ta podia mou na xanetai

san na pigaino proti mera sto sxoleio, Avgoustos
Kai stin kardia mou to thermometro na dheixnei meion dio
Paralio
ta frena trizoune, i eikona ourliazei
dhipla mou perna ksista to leoforeio

Kai vlepo ti zoi mou san ena toixo gigantio

na ipsonetai sto terma tou oromou
Kai oi fones ton paidion stin avli tou sxoleiou
san penthimo sta aftia mou ixoun emvatirio
Ki i dhromos pou kapote me evgaze
stou spitiou sou ap' ekso tin porta, tora pia, den iparxei
I'm paralyzed

And the day seems like it was united with the night
And the death seems like the life to me
And the beatings of my heart appears on the screen
As a straight continuous line
And the time seems like it was stopped by you without you wanting it
Having stormed on my face twice
And it had changed me

And I feel the fear inside my chest

Bitter as coffee residue in cup
And I see the light in the room of mind
As every day passes it dies out little by little
And in the mirror my face is changing
And it becomes another face, which I don't recognize
And it scares me

I'm paralyzed,
I feel the world vanishes under my feet
As if I'm going in the first day to school,
August
And on thermometer in my heart is showing minus two

I'm paralyzed,
The brakes are grinding, the horn is roaring
Close to me the bus is passing by tightly
And I have in thought
That I will also have to live without you
I'm paralyzed

And I see my life like a gigantic wall

Rising at the end of the road
And the voices of children at the yard of the school
Sound like a mournful march in my ears
And the road, which leaded me formerly
To the door outside of your house
Now doesn't exist anymore