Αγαπητέ ημερολογίου,
Soft wind touches my skin,
Creating a rhyme of waves,
Like the cotton clouds,
With the unique scents of nature.
And the handsome you;
Stands in the sky,
Glowing with glory,
But waving goodbye,
The sky is colored,
The sea as the mirror,
Reflecting your glory color,
Of orange and gold.
Creating a rhyme of waves,
Like the cotton clouds,
With the unique scents of nature.
And the handsome you;
Stands in the sky,
Glowing with glory,
But waving goodbye,
The sky is colored,
The sea as the mirror,
Reflecting your glory color,
Of orange and gold.