Now at eight o'clock there is a train to Katerini where it happened in the fall your memory never returned. At eight o'clock when you saw and never forget what you felt in Katerini when it happened. I saw you down at the café you held a glass with stiff hands If one day you go to distant lands you remember every night your secret you remember every night your secret the one that the others also know if one day you meet in distant lands. Now at eight o'clock there is a train to Katerini but you are alone still singing in Katerini on the platform in the morning fog you saw everything a knife in the heart was that time in Katerini on the platform a knife in the heart was that time in Katerini on the platform in Katerini on the platform