Ioanna Gika Drifting
In the summer garden
I can see you sitting there
Sound of the cicadas
Laser through the humid air
But I see the changing autumn leaves
In your eyes
So don't go drifting
Don't go drifting
Too far from the shore
All the constellations
Everything I had in you:
If I lose you
Will I lose myself too?
So don't go drifting
Don't go drifting
Too far from the shore