Maria del Mar Bonet - Ciutat preciosa (Όμορφη Πόλη) (English translation)
Full of music and roads,
The rooftops cradle
The nests of your breath.
A sun, with furtive hands,
Clears out the ashen memories from the walls...
Mountain and dry lands
Surround this town, which sleeps in Greece.
At dusk I shall come to find you
Before the moon
Starts to caress
With the pearly lights of the seaport's mirroring waters...
At dusk I shall come to find you...
The night moves forward
Closing everything as she passes,
And its pale caress
Erases the city.