Woman

You come into my loneliness through my window,
I let you stumble on it,
I need you tonight my beauty,
to hug me with a fleeting touch.

You are a woman, a rose thorn,
You capture smells into the dark.
I remember bleeding whenever I touch you,
every time I search for your smell.

Hide yourself again, lonely woman
and let me look around for you,
your perfume always gets caught somewhere,
somewhere to the edge, all alone...

Hide yourself again into the dark,
my loneliness sends a ray on you
making the thorn of your smell
lean on me.

I wonder about your secret,
the one attached with your white sheets,
and this feeling I get after you are gone,
causes my loneliness as the night falls.

You are a woman, a rose thorn,
tonight you get caught again into my loneliness,
your perfume has rolled on my sheets
trying to cover a forgotten "good morning".

English translation: Apostolia Tsigara