Black is the color of my true loves hair...

''Black is the color of my true love's hair , his pace so soft...

....the purest eyes and the strongest hands .

I love the ground on where he stands.

Black is the color of my true love's hair....

Ayti i foni me sygkinei toso vathia panta
Apo tote pou ti sinantisa tyxaia stous titlous telous mias tainias.
Etsi anapantexa kai sintoma opos oles oi orees stigmes , giati stigmes ine i eytyxia
Stigmes pou tremopaizoyn san keria sto eleos enos xafnikou anemou...
To xero apo mena exartatai na afiso ti floga na svisei arga i grigora...

''Ne me quittes pas, Il faut t'oublier,...''
''Mh m'egkataleipeis , prepei na se ksexaso.....
den mporo pia na klapso, den mporo na miliso, krivomai ekei...''

Kleino ta matia kai afino ti foni tis Nina Simone na me taxidepsei arga , melagxolika kai ''Mple'' , mono opos ekeini xerei kai mporei , gia akoma ligo na ziso ''ekei'',kato apo to peplo mias fonis, mias pseydaisthisis


''Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame,
how we break each others hearts and cause each other pain ,
how we take each others love without thinking any more ,
forgetting how to give back
how to remember,
some things take so long
but how do i explain,
when not too many people can see
that we are all the same, because of
all that tears our eyes can hold to see the beauty that surrounds them
isn't it a pity...''