| Taste, Taste my bitter dreams
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| The emotions which spring from
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| A dark sea full of sins
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| And cold thoughts
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| Feel, Feel my aura now
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| Embracing your purity
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| It' s the call
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| To your innocence my friend
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| Breath, Breath my only wish
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| It is hiding form your eyes
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| Red it’s color
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| Like the one of passion
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| Burn, Burn my dead soul
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| Blow the ashes in the wind
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| Let the night to spread
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| It’s veils one more time
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| See, See the clouds of misery approach
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| Taking the shape of your fears
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| And the sun again is fading
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| Burning every faith I had for
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| For your beliefs, for your holy
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| Dreams of immortal happines
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| And the moon again is rising
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| Lighting my dark thougths of hate
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| Tears running from the idol
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| Cannot satisfy the dead
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| «I gaze at the ceiling plasterwork
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| The meanders draw me in their dance
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| My happiness, I think, would be
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| A matter of height
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| Oh humble art that lacks pretension
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| How much too late I admit your teaching!
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| Embossed dream, I shall come to you
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| In vertical fashion"
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| (Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis)
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| (translation by Kimon Friar) |