... Apologies for taking longer than I originally thought ... but, I am back finally ... so, here we go ...

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"San psema"
(=) AS IF IT'S A LIE
Oneiro magiko irthes konta mou exthes
MAGICAL DREAM YOU CAME TO ME YESTERDAY
perasma mystiko me dakrya kai efxes
A SECRET PASSAGE WITH TEARS AND WISHES
san psema
AS IF IT'S A LIE
Ta matia sou ta dyo gemisane skies
YOUR EYES ARE FILLED WITH SHADOWS
xlwmo to deilino ki esy kryfa
A PALE DUSK AND YOU SECRETLY
na klais sto terma
(YOU ARE CRYING AT THE END POINT)
"Oi palies agapes pane ston paradeiso"
OLD/WORN-OUT "HEARTACHES" GO TO HEAVEN
Agoni pliksi mias zwis dixws erwta
A BURREN DULLNESS OF A LIFE WITHOUT PASSION
Tis erimias mou teras, tis polis mou thirio mi me fovasai
MONSTER OF MY DESERT, WILD BEAST OF MY TOWN, DO NOT FEAR ME
Alloparmeni ekfrasi oi toixoi sou thymizoun, ton prwto sou erwta
YOUR WALLS REMIND OF A BARMY EXPRESSION, YOUR FIRST PASSION
Oi pio polloi adiafora kenoi se lygizoun opou kai na 'sai
MOST OF THEM INDIFFERENTLY EMPTY, THEY WEIGH YOU DOWN, WHEREVER YOU ARE
Se skoteina dromakia oi skies glistrane epikindyna
IN DARK ALLEYS, THE SHADOWS DANGEROUSLY CREEP
Sta ilektrismena ksenyxtadika oi gynaikes misokryvontai pisw ap΄ ti lithi
IN THE ELECTRIFIED "STAY-UP-ALL-NIGHTERS" (NIGHTCLUBS), WOMEN PARTLY HIDE BEHIND OBLIVION
Sta kolasmena pazaria tis lewforou oi astynomoi, oi ploysioi eparxiwtes mixanovioi
WITHIN THE DAMNED "HASTLING-MARKETS" OF THE AVENUE, THE POLICEMEN, THE RICH PROVINCIAL-MEN, THE BIKERS
Maskes akalyptes mikres sto gyro tou thanatou
UNCOVERED SMALL MASKS, AT DEATH'S CIRCLE (=salto mortale=LEAP OF DEATH)
Gia tis palies agapes mi milas, sta pio megala thelw kanoun pisw
DON'T TALK ABOUT THE OLD/WORN-OUT "HEARTACHES", "WHEN THEY ARE FACED WITH THE MOST DEMANDING REQUIREMENTS, THEY BACK DOWN" (WITHDRAW)
Den anteksan mazi kai xathikan makria, kryftikan stis spilies xamenwn Paradeiswn
"THEY HAVEN'T MANAGED TO HOLD ON" AND THEY HAVE VANISHED AWAY, HIDING AWAY IN THE HOLLOWS (CAVES) OF "PARADISE LOST"
Oti aksizei ponaei ki einai dyskolo
ALL THAT IS WORTHY, HURTS AND IS DIFFICULT
Gia na min ypofereis fyge makria mou, krypsou apo mena
SO AS NOT FOR YOU TO SUFFER, GO AWAY FROM ME, HIDE AWAY FROM ME
Den kserw an feygeis twra, gia to ligo mou
I DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU ARE LEAVING NOW,
FOR MY "SHORTCOMINGS"
h an afto pou niwthw itan poly, poly gia sena, poly gia sena
OR, IF WHAT I FELT WAS "TOO MUCH", "TOO MUCH" FOR YOU, "TOO MUCH" FOR YOU
Gia tis palies...
Kryftikan stis spilies
Oti aksizei ponaei ki einai dyskolo
ALL THAT IS WORTHY, HURTS AND IS DIFFICULT
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My Goodness !!! Such poetry !!! Such pleasure to try and "interprete" this kind of work !!! Thank you, Ula mou, for liking Pyx-Lax, so much !!! ...
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Philadelphia