Paroles de Never on sunday

From my window, i send off
One, two and three and four kisses
That reach the harbor
(as though) one and two and three and four birds

How i wished i had
One and two and three and four children
Once they would all grow up
Would become "dashing" lads, for piraeus's sake

No matter how i search, i cannot find another harbor
To make me crazy over it, as much as the piraeus
Where, as soon as night falls, (it) pours out "songs" for me
And its "pen-sketches" changes, gets filled up with children

As soon as i walk out my door
There's no one i would not "love"
And as i go to sleep at night
I know that, i know that i will be dreaming of him

Gems, i set on my neck
And a bead (as a) lucky charm
For at night i await, as i go out to the harbor
A certain "stranger" to find