Ρωγμές [Rogmés] [English translation]
Ρωγμές [Rogmés] [English translation]
Alone in the city, and lost in deep darkness
no purpose or hope now for me
The habits of years gone, and squandered the harvest
a vagabond wind batt'ring me
Revolving like spintop around a spot really
I'm crying out of anger and guilt
And love as well deems now preposterously silly
a destitute god to the hilt
[Chorus:]
And my truth resembles outrageous fakery
my voice is hitting a wall,
I open my eyelids and stare out the drapery
the day broke, the wind starts to squall
Innumerous doors there behind me slamming
there's cracks on my body throughout
and me through the nights out smokes, drinking and damning
with this chorus of morbid bout
(chorus)
A bittersome journey in unknown places
in lanes of the mind I'll get lost
I turn around backwards my hand outwards raises
a landscape with dampness and frost
- Artist:Dionisis Tsaknis