* Traces ( Ίχνη )

At nights , you will find the wildbirds walking alone,

throwing their wings at the audience

from heaven to earth

my soul has been waiting for the mind and the soul to become

One…

Τις νύχτες τα Αγριοπούλια περπατάνε μοναχά

πετώντας τις φτερούγες τους στο ακροατήριο 

Από τον ουρανό ως τη γη,

η ψυχή περίμενε το μυαλό να συναντηθούν ως Ένα 

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