Reflecting thoughts to the water, blown away to the Pilion (Sea/Gulf)
Time goes by, little island in the sun, a sailboat moves swiftly with the breeze
White butterfly flaps its wings, laughing Greeks play on holidays
in the summer sun
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Chorus: No autos on Trikeri Island, no phone, tourists or TV
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unplugged summer, my mind escapes me
Swim in flat water, to the orange buoy yonder,
walk on the dirt pathway, to the other side,
where the little harbor and tavernas, meet guests with local pride
Do nothing slowly, read, take a siesta, under mosquito nets
In the dark sky, a donkey braying, full moon over the island
as the olive trees keep watch over Thee