One day I 'll dare to touch the stars and tear this fragile world apart, proud of my pain I 'll show my scars and bleed this tender wounded heart. I 'll make my mind, I 'll say my piece and promise God my soul to keep, you make me laugh, but, darling, I must weep through bitter tears, to find the sweet. You were my pain, you were my joy and still you haunt my sleepless dreams, just like the gentle wooden horse of Troy, loving is never what it seems. Στα μονοπάτια της ζωής, γυρίζω και ρωτάω, μέσ’ στην καρδιά σου χώρεσα, στον κόσμο δε χωράω, βρέχει στης πόλης τα στενά και κάνει κρύο αντάμα, όσο πολύ πολύ κι αν έκλαψα, δε χόρτασα το κλάμα. Βουβά σηκώνω τον σταυρό, γελώ και προσπερνάω, αν τύχει μπαίνω στον χορό, αν τύχει τραγουδάω, βουβά σηκώνω τον σταυρό, γελώ και προσπερνάω, αν τύχει μπαίνω στον χορό κι αν τύχει τραγουδάω. You were my pain, you were my joy and still you haunt my sleepless dreams, just like the gentle wooden horse of Troy, loving is never what it seems.