Nights I stay awake without hope
Lonely I walk the streets.
In front of the bars of your window
I spend my sad hours.
How I long to meet you again,
To find our old joy once more,
To give you my kisses again
So my black saddness will leave me
But there where you are in a strange place,
Who knows where you wander now?
I wonder if you still think of me
Or suffer for someone else...
Rebetiko by Yannis Papaioannou
Translated by Gail Holst