Stis Dodeka
Stis dodeka akrivos irthes pali
San anemos zestos san ti zali
Ke me sikoses, me xesikoses
Stis dodeka ke pente iches fygi
Ke pali i monaxia me tyligi
Sa de drepese, de me skeftese
Stis dodekamisi ti blouza sou foro
Ke molis se myrizo, ola sta synchoro
Ke sy, na, gelas, me tous allous pas
Tin porta xeklidono mes sto achti mou
Na 'rthis ke na chothis sto krevati mou
Ke prin kimitho, na sou ypotachto
At Twelve
At twelve, you came back exactly
Like a hot wind, like a whirl
And you kissed me, you made me dizzy
At twelve and five, you left
And loneliness hit me hard again
You didn't touch me, you didn't think of me
At twelve and a half, I wear your blouse
And as soon as I smell you, everything falls apart
And you, come on, laugh, go with the others
I unlock the door with my key
To come and lie down in my bed
And before I fall asleep, I entrust myself to you