"Walking the streets of old that I used to love and hate immensely... walking in the shadows of the homes the nights of the inevitable homecomings... in a city that is dead I find my insignificant presence at each corner I wish I could meet up with the lost ghost of my passion Forgotten but determined I keep walking still holding in my wet hands a trembling spark And I kept on walking throughout the night a stranger among strangers."
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Ma kala esi thelis na katalavoun afto ta pionia i neo Evropeï katiki, pou elenxonde apo tin anithiki aviso ton Vrikselon.?