Στο περιγιάλι το κρυφό [Άρνηση] [Sto periyiáli to krifó] [English translation]

At the hidden shore

and white like a dove

we got thirsty at noon

but the water [was] brackish.

On the golden sand

we wrote her name

Tenderly the sea's wind blew

and the writing was erased.

With what heart, with what breath,

what desires and what passion

we took our lives· mistake!

and we changed life.

• Artist:Grigoris Bithikotsis