do you see me listening to greek songs
every morning while i am getting ready
for another day i'll spend without you
but with the melodies you left behind
do you imagine me singing them out loud
off-key and barefoot, like a little kid
dancing in front of the mirror
with a hairbrush in my hands
do you see me listening to greek songs
late at night, lying next to my mom
do you hear me crying in her arms
each time poso lypamai begins to play
do you ever wonder if i still listen to greek songs
all those hundreds of them in karmolipi
do you still cry when you hear ti thelis na kano
do i cross your mind when each chorus whispers Sena
do you see me searching for you all around
do you hear me whispering s'agapo
as if it's a sin i am not allowed to confess
to anyone else but you, my giorgos
