Η τίγρη [I tígri] [English translation]

There is a tiger inside of me, furiously raging

and he's always waiting

and I'm always waiting

I hate him and he hates me, he wants to kill me,

but I hope we'll reconcile

as time goes by.

His teeth on my heart, his nails on my mind

and for my own good

I'm fighting for him

everything good in the world he makes me hate,

because for him, I have to sing my deepest sorrow.

He makes me cross mountains, valleys, and gorges,

in order to embrace

in a wild dance with him,

and when during the cold nights, he remembers his cages,

he hands me his sheepskin

to clothe my self with.

Sometimes we put drunkenly,

almost lovingly,

ourselves to sleep

and this silence seems like the calm before the storm,

like the final time

that he will attack.

• Artist:Psarantonis
• Album:Ο ξυπόλητος πρίγκιπας 2000