Χρώμα δεν αλλάζουνε τα μάτια [Hroma den allazoune ta matia] [English translation]

In the same old places we will meet again

Our arms around each others shoulders

remembering Old songs ,

names looks and streets

Eyes don’t change their color

those you remember and I remember

Nothing is lost yet

As long as we live and suffer.

Eyes don’t change their color

Only the way we see

And if our friends have changed a bit

We in our turn have changed as well

We lost touch one night in Paggrati (region in Athens)

But we see each other in our dreams