Αράχνη [Arákhni] [English translation]

Caught in a trap and it's been years

i come back at your door every morning.

I get sick on the thought of you, I'm standing still, I'm breathing heavily,

i remember when i first saw you...

Nobody's here,

only the trees stay the same

and empty streets with trash.

Nobody's here,

the morning light is hard,

it meets me like i'm a drunk man

and it kills me.

I sold my mind i'm a sucker of my own self

a spider at an uninhabited sky

i think i've lost my mind i'm not over you

i'm staring at your doorbell: blank.

Nobody's here,

only the trees stay the same

and empty streets with trash.

Nobody's here,

the morning light is hard,

it meets me like i'm a drunk man

and it kills me.

• Artist:Sokratis Malamas
• Album:Παραμύθια (1991)