Να γράφεις, να τηλεφωνείς [Na grafeis, na tilefoneis] [English translation]

The door opens wide when you come

And my room fills with music,

The chairs chase after you so you don't stand

And my loneliness escapes from the window.

My glass serves you a wild cocktail,

The cold lips looking for yours,

My pack offers you just cigarettes,

And all of my matches light up at your touch.

Write, call even if no one lives here.

Since I know you'll disappear, you can't (handle) so much love.

Write, call even if no one lives here.

The curtains silently close when you undress

And my hanger picks up your clothes,

The lights flicker when you give yourself to me

And my bed dances a wild dance.

Red handkerchief wipes your sweat

And my black comb brushes your hair,

My watch hides in my drawer,

So that I gain some extra seconds with you

Write, call even if no one lives here.

Since I know you'll disappear, you can't (handle) so much love.

Write, call even if no one lives here.

Dew forms in my mirror when you get dressed

And a bitterness fills the room,

I sleep so that I don't see you walk away

And my loneliness walks back in from the window.

• Artist:Vasilis Papakonstantinou