Χίλια κι ένα ψέματα [Chília ki éna psémata] [English translation]

The sacrifices of love are useless now

When eyes, which were a talisman for you, betray you

Sins that will torture you at nights

As much as pieces you broke my opened wound

One thousand and one lies

The bloods of the heart

Your words were fake, your promises were empty

One thousand and one lies

The strokes of the night

You played with me and left me only with the intentions

On my lips remained scars

And your guilty kisses

What I think of is weary fantasy

Abandonment and nakedness I find in your voice

I don't look for another precense or absence

One thousand and one lies

The bloods of the heart

Your words were fake, your promises were empty

One thousand and one lies

The strokes of the night

You played with me and left me only with the intentions

You played with me and left me only with the intentions