(Music: Alecos Chrisovergis, Lyrics: Spyros Giatras)
There's no electricity in the ruined house
And my love is like a beggar
Your presence reminds me more of an absence
Of a love precipitating into nothing
What am l doing here
It would be better if
The ground opened under my feet
What am l doing here
I shall be lost like dust
In your cracked kisses
What am l doing here
I do not expect anything from this place
From the ruthless and motionless time
And you enter the mist
To lead me of your tracks
And, betrayed, on to the precipice