An Lyrics - Allios - Dimitra Galani

she hangs about her garden 

she's chatting with the flies 

avidly reads the classics 

she never ever sighs 

a cigarette is always 

extension of her time 

gives her a new lease of life 

to find the perfect rhyme 

she now enters the bedroom 

unmakes the bed, lies down 

studies Sylvia Sexton 

and tightens her night gown 

there is a curse around her 

she explains to her gas fire 

that feminist production 

was not to take her higher 

mi mou milas gia agapi (=do not talk to me about love) 

(she hangs about her garden) 

mi mou milas (don not talk to me) 

petheni to oniro mas (=our dream is dying) 

(she never ever sighs) 

mi mou milas 

mi mou milas gia agapi 

(san klene ta poulia) (=as birds are crying) 

mi mou milas gia agapi 

(stin ermi akrogialia) (=at the lonely coast) 

petheni to oniro mas 

(stin adia akrogialia) (=at the empty coast) 

mi mou milas gia agapi 

(san klene ta poulia) 

mi mou milas gia agapi 

stin ermi akrogialia) 

the gas stove in the kitchen 

warms up her lettered past 

of fantasies 

of lovers 

that rose and baked fast 

mi mou milas gia agapi 

(mi mou milas)