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

In the same parties will meet again

Our arms around each others shoulders

Old songs to remembering

Names, looks and streets (of life)

Eyes don't change color

those you remember and I remember

Nothing was lost yet

As we live and suffer through

Eyes don't change color

Only way to looking

And if our friends change tinybit

We changed as we did in our turn

We lost among us night in Paggrati (region in Athens)

But we see among us in our dreams