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Η νύχτα κατεβαίνει με μαύρο φερεντζέ
και η πόλη διψασμένη για φώτα και σουξέ
Βάλε το κόκκινο φουστάνι
εκείνο που σε κάνει
να μοιάζεις πυρκαγιά
έλα και μη μετράς την ώρα
τα νιάτα είναι δώρα
που καίνε σαν φωτιά
Τι να μας περιμένει αύριο το πρωί
Ποιός έρωτας πεθαίνει και ποιός θα γεννηθεί
gece
oluyor sıyah şarpayla
sehir ışıklara, basarlara susamış
kırmızı
elbiseyi giy
ordaki sana yakısan
aleve benziyor
gel ve saate bakma
gençlık hediyedir
sanki ateş gibi
yarın
sabah bizi ne bekliyor
hangi aşk ölüyor ve hangisi doğuyor
i nihta kateveni me mavro ferenze
ke i poli dipsasmeni ya fota ke sukse
Bale to kokino fustani
ekino pu se kani
na miazis pirkayia
ela ke mi metras tin ora
ta niata ine dora
pu kene san fotia
Ti na mas perimeni avrio to proi
Pios erotas petheni ke pios tha genithi
the night is coming down in black ferenze
and the city is thirsty for lights and hits
put that red dress on
the one that makes you
look like fire
come and dont count the time
youth is a gift
that burns like fire
how knows what is expecting us tomorrow morning
which love dies and which one is born
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