Η Ωρα του [stuff] [English translation]

Yellow dusk time's 6.30

tell me that something has spoken I can't fight the silence

close the window, I'm trembling and the lid is heavy

this city became an unbearable wound

"See it's turning into night, don't speak

just come a little closer"

I know that they'll find us on our backs one morning

dragging in our gaze a silent scream

the face will be empty and their look too

with a slow death to melt our body

"Don't be afraid turn off the lights

there's no where, when and how"

"Before this night ends

before the morning finds us"

Tell me if you loved me as much as sun loved the dawn

as much as the grey sky loved some spring's rain

if you saw my fear behind every kiss

tell me if you loved as much as night loved the silence

• Artist:Pavlos Sidiropoulos