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He was just a simple boy
Not a prophet or a poet
But he felt things deep and strong
Even though he could not show it
But when he fell in love
The feeling was so crushing
Like a river from above
The words of love came rushing
In a hundred years
I'll still be finding ways of loving you
In a hundred years
my very blood will draw me home to you
In a hundred years
I'll still be finding ways of loving you
and if I lose my breath
the wind will blow these words to you
In a hundred years
She was such a lovely girl
wanted by so very many
She knew the boy was good
and the years would fill with plenty
But when he bared his soul
his dream, his life, his yearning
It woke her nameless fear
with words of love so soft and burning
~Chorus~
Was she afraid of loving someone
(Min me tyranas)
Scared of the passion of this boy
(Pes pos magapas)
Whatever darkness kept her running
(Sta matia sou)
Just fanned the fires of his joy
She tried to run away
through the years so swiftly fleeting
But time was not as strong
as the words he kept repeating
Although it took a while
one hundred years or more
He pledged his love
a hundred rivers stronger than before
~Chorus~
(Tha se agapo)
(Tha se lachtaro)
(Min me tyranas)
(Na m'agapas)
(Tha se agapo akoma)
(Tha gyrisis tha exipnisis)
(Stin agapi mou tha zisis)
In a hundred, in a hundred,
in a hundred years
In a hundred, ina hundred years,
in a hundred years
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