The red dress (To kokkino foustani)
The red dress
The night comes down in a black veil
And the city (is) thirsty for lights and hits.
Put on the red dress
The one that makes you look like a blaze.
Come and don't count the time
Youth is a gift that burns like fire.
What awaits us tomorrow morning
Which love is dying and which will be born.
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