Ciutat preciosa [Όμορφη Πόλη] [English translation]

Gorgeous city

Full of music and roads,

The rooftops cradle

The nests of your breath.

A sun, with furtive hands,

Clears out the ashen memories from the walls...

Mountain and dry lands

Surround this town, which sleeps in Greece.

At dusk I shall come to find you

Before the moon

Starts to caress

Your clothes

With the pearly lights of the seaport's mirroring waters...

At dusk I shall come to find you...

The night moves forward

Closing everything as she passes,

And its pale caress

Erases the city.