I misunderstand love, it seems to me that they don't think of me, but they do think of me. Then, it seems to me that they think of me, but they don't even remember my name. Sotiris, Sotiris! I am that child you made crazy when I was coming, who then, when I came for good, you left me like a cactus and like a gust of wind in your helicopter, like Phantom. Sotiris, Sotiris! the one who tans like you in the summer, but in a different summer, he on the right and you on the left, me outside and you inside, like an oven, like a fish.