Το Βράδυ Εκείνο Έβρεχε Κρύσταλλα [To Vrádhi Ekíno Évrekhe Krístalla] [English translation]

You are my other half, but you had this in mind beforehand

So instead of telling me goodbye you just said until we meet again

And go back to the judge to say that I'm innocent

Tell the juries that for you I'm no one, so they won't

Condemn me like a guilty man, don't turn your back on me

And if these words I say touch you, come back

Because when you're away not even Earth rotates, light candles so I can turn off the lights

When it's shining no one really loves

I don't know early, I always react late

And I'm writing about before, I'm afraid of after

The glass breaks again, and from my eyelids

I'm crying blood like every other time

That I don't say many words and every verse of mine is about silence

That's how the youth souls always bury lost loves

And I feel like you're dead, even if I know you're still there

And even if I perhaps meet you on the road on a bitter morning

Because you're not the one you once were

And I'll always love this man

A flower for the words we never said

The earbuds we shared once, say,

And if

Tonight I died I'd be with you

Running 1 outside of the walls of heaven

Like that night at the bus stop

The one that it was raining crystals

And drunk, you said to me

"Tell me

What they expect of us

To become this world's furnace?"

And I hid you under my jacket

That I don't wear now because your perfume is still on it

And I know, you'll say that this song is just another exaggeration

That the crystals were rain

And that you don't remember what you had said

When you're drunk, you say, everything sounds romantic

And it's the poet's heart, not life that says "write"

And I tell you only, if you come to my house don't talk about the rope

Because even now I'm hanging from your words, I never stopped for a moment

And even if you're this straight-forward, and even if this pure

Cut on my cardiovascular muscle hurts me a lot, I don't say no

And if you want to know, when you're drunk you cry like a kid

Because from a young age they convinced you that you're not romantic

And when this girl you have inside you cries, the sky rains glass

To compare with your teardrops' prettiness

But don't you tell me what romantic people do when they're drunk,

Because this joke is old like wine

But we don't laugh

And allow me to consider you dead and perhaps when I'm gone I'll find you there, on the place we're going

1. Κοπανα, usually in the context of school, actually means leaving without a permission

• Artist:Solmeister
• Album:Cool Kids Never Die