Ρόζα [Roza] [English translation]

my lips are dry and thirsty

are looking in the asphalt for water

the vehicles are passing next to me

and you are saying me that a storm is waiting for us

and you are pulling me into a dump cambare

we are walking in the same road

but our cells are seperated

we are turning at a magic state

i don't want anymore to know what we are asking for

it's all right if you give me two kisses

you are playing and losing me at the roulet

in a fairytaile with nightmares

my voice is like an insect's voice

like a plant from other country is my life

and you cut me and throw me at an empty space

how the needness becomes history

how the history becomes silence

why you are looking at me Roza while i am numb

forgive me because i don't understand

what the computers and the numbers say

my love made of coal and sulphur

how you have been changed by the weather like that?

the vehicles are passing on us

and i am sleeping hungry next to you

in that foggy and storm

how the needness becomes history

how the history becomes silence

why you are looking at me Roza while i am numb

forgive me because i don't understand

what the computers and the numbers say

• Artist:Dimitris Mitropanos
• Album:Στου αιώνα την παράγκα - 1996