Ένα παιδί περπατάει με τα χέρια [Ena paidi perpataei me ta heria] [English translation]

YOU ARE THE MOST WHITE COLOUR OF MY THOUGHT

A KID THAT WALKS WITH THE HANDS

A WOMAN THAT HER DREAM, KILLED

AND BEFORE EVERYONE FOUND OUT, (SHE) SENT IT TO THE STARS

YOU ARE THE MOST WHITE COLOUR OF MY THOUGHT

A SONG I WAS ALWAYS AFRAID TO WRITE

THE SMELL OF A FORGOTTEN SEA

THAT WETS OVER ONLY THOSE THINGS I WANTED TO BURN

IF YOU WANT TO FIND ME

TO PLAY, TO FEEL, TO LIVE

AND IF (IT COMES TO IT) YOU CANNOT

DON'T GO AWAY, DON'T VANISH

AND IF THE SILENCE THAT SURROUNDS YOUR BEAUTY

IN THE END, JOINS YOUR RAGE WITH RAIN

AND (THEN) BECOMES (A) VERSE THAT FORGETS YOUR NAME

AND IT COMES AGAIN WHEN YOU COME TOO

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE WHITE COLOUR OF MY THOUGHT

A KID THAT WALKS WITH THE HANDS

A WOMAN THAT HER DREAM, KILLED

AND BEFORE EVERYONE FOUND OUT, (SHE) SENT IT TO THE STARS

IF YOU WANT TO FIND ME

TO PLAY, TO FEEL, TO LIVE

AND IF (IT COMES TO IT) YOU CANNOT

DON'T GO AWAY, DON'T VANISH

• Artist:Pyx Lax
• Album:Τα δοκάρια στο γρασίδι περιμένουν τα παιδιά