She always said that love is a gift from the gods, it's a dove that lands on your heart and while Red August was trembling on the asphalt sitting inside a bar I was still listening to it. And she still spoke to me "My father sells wine, he is just a trader but he has taught me many things a Greek girl has the cleanest heart a Greek girl descends from the gods. yes but I am not Hercules of Lydia and following her does not I could if I flew with my mind inside its mystery. Cleo, Cleo, Cleo, Cleo white virgin in a temple Cleo, Cleo if you really can, drive these shadows away from me I live in a country that confuses and sometimes dirty my heart and my mind, but for Juno and for Mercury postman of the gods away from these shadows the summer here does not last eternally and the sky and the September rain will arrive along the sidewalks between the houses and in this bar and in my glass and inside me Cleo, Cleo, Cleo, Cleo, it's a shame my father isn't rich, I've thought about it many times but it's a long road from Turin to Thessaloniki and I'm not going into another adventure. In a few days we'll all be back here a few days here everything starts again as before. Cleo it will seem banal to you but, what happened to me, what a strange feeling, just the other evening in the library at school I opened a book that talked about heroes, but above all it told about the gods and if I think about I almost believe you in the processions by the sea, in the gestures and words closed inside your mystery. Cleo, Cleo, Cleo, Cleo white virgin in a temple Cleo, Cleo if you really can, chase these shadows away from me I live in a country that confuses and sometimes dirty my heart and my mind, but for Juno and for Mercury postman of the gods via these shadows August slowly moves away and the sky and the September rain have arrived along the sidewalks between the houses and in this bar and in my glass and inside me. Cleo, Cleo, Cleo if you do this for me I will believe you.