Konstantinos Vita - Manos Hadjidakis

You would walk-in and the house would lit-up like an opened-up clover and you kept the light of Resper in your eyes, as a charm You were placing upon the table milk and honey and bread and I watched the dream play on your body of open-sea I thank you, you were a child like Christ Wave and peble and saltiness and warm summer of mine didn't take even a tear-drop of yours so that I may bathe in the bitter cold I thank you you were a child like Christ