Στις χαραυγές ξεχνιέμαι [Stis haravjes xehnieme] [English translation]

I have no mask to pretend

wandering at this carnival

I only have a net to harvest

the deception of the sea

and the riches of silence

Hit on good, hit on hard

a sugarcoated bullet

and let the public feel

the violence of confetti

I trash and throw away thoughts

renounce logic

with an Armenian pain inside

to a path I never asked to follow

I forget myself at dawn

Get it together, get it together

don't whine about the times

that teamed up with pain

all tightfisted on making you merry

• Artist:Giannis Haroulis
• Album:Αγία Νοσταλγία (1993), Χειμωνανθός (2006)