Winds, blow away the memories

Waves, drown the sadness

Night, hide your precious secrets well



Enter the garden of temptation

Try to provoke your fate

Ignore the shining mysteries



Dance, for their dying joy

Sing, for their hopeless cries



The clouds are disappearing

Fake signs are revealed

Illusions cause our madness

The desires of a haunted world



Hear the sounds of your needs

Kill your hesitations



"All the horizons will have chocked me

In every climate, all latitudes

Daily struggles for bread and salt

Love affairs, boredom



Ah! It's now time for me to wear

That beautiful white wreath of plaster

Thus, with the ceiling as frame around me,

All shall admire me"



(Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis

translation by Kimon Friar)