Ο βασιλιάς της σκόνης [O vasilias tis skonis] [English translation]

I the little, the lamb of God

forgotten in the South, born somewhere else.

I know that Troy will always be miles away

and the beautiful Helen will now be old.

I'm going out in the street sworn to enter

the palaces of sun, to be able to sing

the song of the goat with a fatal voice

and then cry, get lost in the silence.

The king of dust...

The years will pass, the wheel will turn

it will all be like before, it will all be different.

I'll be looking for you in the streets you wandered, but you

will have been a shadow, it will all be gone.

One night the moon will glow madly

your shadow will spread across a narrow street.

The trips, the friends, the hugs, the kisses

in a blurry world away,away.

The king of dust...

Years have passed since the year of dragon

now you might not remember a thing

but the wheel of life keeps turning eternally

and when the snow melts,

come to find me.

The king of dust...

• Artist:Xylina Spathia
• Album:Ξεσσαλονίκη 1993 Φάκελος Rock 1999