Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The fire of Phagun
is burning in this city,
How much love is falling
In disrespect.
The south wind cries
Silently,
The teenage heart burns
In lamentation
Silently awake
in the moon’s chest,
the shy girl
sleeps happily.
In the night, the tears of falling leaves
sound,
so the melody of separation awakens
in the heart
