ΕΝΩ ΚΟΙΜΟΤΑΝ ΤΟ ΒΟΥΝΟ
✒: Σταύρος Δάλκος
🎼: Αλέξανδρος Καψοκαβάδης
🎤: Αναστασία Χατζηαποστολίδου

• Αλέξανδρος Καψοκαβάδης - κιθάρες, μπάσο, φωνητικά, προγραμματισμός

🎙️: Άρης Ντεληθέος [Audiohome Recordings], Πασχάλης Παπαζούδης [Summit Music House]
🎛️: Άρης Ντεληθέος
🎬: Γιώργος Σπανός

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ENO KIMOTAN TO VOUNO

✒: Stavros Dalkos
🎼: Aléxandros Kapsokavadis
🎤: Anastasia Chatziapostolidou

• Aléxandros Kapsokavadis - guitars, acoustic bass, vocals, programming

🎙️: Aris Ntelitheos [Audiohome Recordings], Paschalis Papazoudis [Summit Music House]
🎛️: Aris Ntelitheos
🎬: George Spanos


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While the mountain slept you kissed its eyes
Your future memory in the night a cry
As the thorns whisper and pull you down
You hear the stutter of your craziest land

And you chose the hardest, dirt road
From the dust to make it look like you're in a hurry to leave
Leaving your footsteps, still hesitant
That you've been caught up and not that you're coming back

His laughter poked you in the world's wagon
You wear a wrinkled face in the mornings
Like a garment in your suitcase now from the balcony
On the floor your bitterness drips slowly

-Who is the most beautiful? -It's the one who stays
That's what your mirror answered, so it won't crack anymore
And you, even wetter, slowed your step
You've grown old and it's too late to be born again

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