We should gather as soon as evening sets in,
all together in the courtyard.
You playing your bouzouki
and all together in company
singing old songs.

To see your fingers
stroking the strings of the bouzouki,
looking at me with desire
and the sound of sweet melody,
rebetiko.

Singing Mark's songs,
of Rosa, Tsitsanis, Batis
and fit in with another era,
that we didn't get to live,
but our hearts yearn.

To sing of sorrows, of loves,
for joy and love.
Make jokes, laugh,
to drink,
to make hangovers sweet,
to dance with our souls,
teasing me, teasing you,
looking at me and me looking at you with a hard-on.

Long for me and let the longing shine in your eyes.