Της μοναξιας ,της καλημερας και της βροχης
πανω στο φως και στον αερα αυτη της γης
Χανομαι και να μου μιλησεις δεν θα μπορεις
Και αν θα με θες για να μ'ακουσεις θα ειναι αργα
Στης ξενιτιας τα μερη θα 'μαι πολυ βαθια
Αυτα τα λογια ειναι παντα πολυ μικρα
για να σου πουν πως σ'αγαπω αληθινα
I met a man and the man told me : “The fairies exist in the forest”
And I went to the forest to search them
I search the forest and I found nothing
I was too tired from the search so I found A big rock and I sleep over it
As I was sleeping something wake me...
I look up and I see a fairy
I raise my hand to catch her but in a flash of light she disappear....
But I could still hear her voice telling me
“You can't catch a dream....”
What happened next nobody knows....
Maybe he is still searching that fairy in the forest
Maybe he sleep again for ever
Maybe is pack his things and travel to find an other forest with fairies.....
