Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
I need you, love
I need you, love,
to show me the darkness
of your depth.
The abyss of spirit captivates me…
I need you to call the rains
from my darkest skies;
I will face seizure from the night.
I have waited for your exiled embrace
since the morning winds.
Now, the silence of the moony season
frowns darkly and I am still alone.
