Μαύρη Πεταλούδα [Mavri petalouda] [English translation]

White, pure white, holy white waters,

they wont cleanse you this time

With a burning candle an angel is looking for you,

show yourself black butterfly so he may find you

Knives remain asleep in the mountains' peak,

and the black butterfly calls for them to wake

The Grim reaper rises elsewhere to give his deadly kiss,

yet the black butterfly calls out for his presence

What secret desire do you seek,

which makes you fly too close to the burning sun

Incense begins to burn and the blue sky starts to cry,

and thus; the darkness of night will not find you alive

White, pure white, holy white waters,

they cant cleanse you of your ill health this time

The angle lights three fires for your departed soul

Black butterfly show yourself, and unveil your evil

• Artist:Giannis Haroulis
• Album:Το Νησί OST (2010)